Yikes

Yakekeekekek wiggled and writhed in his body suit, the tight PVC/pleather combination bulging dangerously as his tentacled tentacles wrapped around the golf club in a way that would make an anime school girl weep. The garish diamond patterns and corduroy flat cap on his head seeming to suit his nightmarish, sweaty visage. He gazed down at the golf club and began to rage and froth. Talon grinned. Cass frowned.

“What did you do?” She asked, trying not to notice that Talon was adjusting his trousers and making sure the fly was zipped.

“You don’t want to know. I bought us some time though. They’ll be cleaning up those clubs for a while.” He grinned. Everyone grimaced.

“What now though?” Jade asked, looking down at the masses of people and then back to Cass. Cass was pale and doing her best not to shake, she was no stranger to killing, but these aliens just hadn’t deserved it.

“I've got an idea” Jamie said and scuttled forwards, golf ball in one hand. He swiftly disappeared over the small rise that sheltered the valley and prevented anyone from clearly seeing the sides.

Several minutes later he came pelting up the rise, running as fast as he could, not slowing down when he reached the group.

“CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE IT!” He bellowed, over the rumbling sounds of a stampede of angry primitive aliens.

“What did you do?!” Jade called to him.

“Disabled for forcefield keeping them trapped.” He said, not breaking stride and heading for the golf buggy.