A/N: So, my mind went to that scene in Kung-Fu Hustle were the Axe Gang were dancing around...

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WORM! THE MUSICAL SEQUEL!

by Shadow Crystal Mage

Disclaimer: Worm was created by Wildbow.

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Down the suspiciously empty street, gangers in ABB colors all walked in perfect rows and columns, each with a casual strut to their steps, footfalls striking the ground in rhymth. Despite wearing clothes that had little similarity to each other save for splashes of red and green, they were all standing in exactly the right position for maximum visual effect, like the world's most evil Christmas float. An ominous, dirge-like hum rose from the majority of them, while a few others with appropriately deep voices chanted dark imprecations and dreadful promises of vengeance. Everyone had their right hand up and was snapping their fingers every other step, making a relaxed, confident beat.

In the center of the formation swaggered Lung, his mask slightly askew at a jaunty angle as he casually swung around a crowbar like it was a cane. He sang, his voice deep as an oil well and darker than black gold, with the promise of terrible fire. It was a dark and terrible melody with a lot of possessives. My town. My city. My kingdom. Mine.

Around him, shirtless men led by Oni Lee, also wielding crowbars, set up another beat in counterpoint to the snapping fingers, while around them men with handguns provided music by sliding magazines in and out, working slides, and ejecting chambered rounds to tinkle on the street...

Far up above, the newest Ward activated her earpiece. "Console, this is Aoide, be advised that a large number of ABB, Lung and Oni Lee are performing a major musical number on Harris street. Suspects are primarily armed with crowbars and small arms." She took a moment to listen some more. "Lung has finished his introductory villain song and the spotlight has progressed to Oni Lee, who's performing an interpretive dance segment."

"Acknowledged Aoide. Do not engage, but hold position if you can and await Protectorate assets."

"Got it," Taylor said, getting comfortable and reaching for one of her many (unauthorized) pouches of snack foods to wait out yet another performance. Huh, who knew Lung had such a good voice?

It took them 20 minutes to get there, by which point Lung had moved on to an operatic reenactment of his famous battle with Leviathan as Assault and Battery literally waltzed into the street arm in arm and cheek to cheek, Armsmaster for once simply providing music and a little directed lighting as the married couple wove a love ballad into the opera in preparation for a dramatic fight scene. Taylor was glad her costume had several independent cameras. Reporting these things was always a bitch.

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- THE END…?

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A/N:

Please review, C&C welcome.

Until next time, this is Shadow, signing off.