Loudly, the Choirs began to
Sing.
Once, twice, thrice, did the Choirs sing out the Sun against the Orks.
Four, five, six times did the might of the stars batter against the shields of the Hulk.
Seven, eight, nine times did the monster of metal and scrap ring like a great bell.
Ten, eleven, twelve times did the shields stand before they were seared open, popped like skin boiled in molten seas.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen times did the Melody of the Sun bellow out, the Choirs of the Federation spearing the Hulk's hull with relentless power.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen times did Paradise' Star lend its might against the Orks, affronted that anything held against even a minuscule sliver of its might for so long.
Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one times did the hull bubble and bend and slough off into the void against the might of the Sun.
Twenty-two, twenty-three, and twenty-four times did the Choirs burn themselves again, wreathed in the ethereal fires of their powers, burning cloth, skin, and blood alike, as they fired against the monster.
Twenty-five times was the Sun invoked.