Billy's power wrapped around Ragdoll, holding him as close as Ragdoll held his body. His song was the barest murmur in Ragdoll's ear. A satellite projects my might, around my finger you'll be twirled...

He was the Music Meister. He could do this. Billy turned away and faced the acolyte, just barely steady enough to remain on his feet. The passionate song flowed through him again da capo. The acolyte smiled in triumph as he wound the power to him, the air around them wavering like a mirage. Around them writhed the worshipers, oblivious to their approaching attackers.

Billy drew in a breath and reached out with his mind. Now, Doll. Sing with me.