The showdown that only comes once in a lifetime. There on one side stood the enemy, the infidel, the bad guy. On the other side stood the righteous, the pure and the clean.
Black onyx eyes flashed at the other side and response the blue eyes of the blonde heroic adventure frowned at his enemy. The black eyed beast raised an eyebrow at the adventurer.
The both frowned at each other raising an eyebrow alternatively on the face. Until the face of their faces turned red. For they knew that they were equal. Their weapons held high in the sky it glints with malicious intent to kill. The weapons glint in the light.
They both lower their silver weapons making the most in the quiet before the storm.
A shadow of a cloud passes by and the sun goes dark. This is the unspoken signal for the fight to start. A dance of unspeakable horrors where only one person could win.
Each hero raised a pure white shield, and the blade cut through like butter; as if it was paper thin. The other warrior who wielded the same shield tossed his own shield as side like rubbish and it only served as a distraction to commence the sound their metallic blades.
Clank! Ping! Doink!
The clashing of weapon strike pounding each other with a loud disturbing clag neither opponent giving up. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, again they clash and not much ground is lost, either side will never give up . It is going to be a long, hard and arduous battle. This is a battle of fruition. The winning side may get rewards beyond their wildest belief. Again, they go, back to defensive positions contemplating their next move. They wait patiently for the next movement in the environment to signal their next clash. They eye ball the shadow of a cloud passing by, they stare at each other, then back to the shadow for that is the next signal to fight; the unspoken warrior’s code.
Gunk, gunk, gunk, Gulp. Burrp ~
The two noble warriors are interrupted by the awfully loud gaescious sound. They turn their heads slowly to the right and then they see it. Yes, to their horror, it is gone,what was there is now no more. There was now no more reason to fight, the battle was over,
“Maria!” One of the two warriors grunts in disgust.
“Merk, Merk!” Shouts the smaller warrior.
“I couldn’t help it, if you let them turn cold they won't taste as good, ” Her pointed hat flopped to one side and she used her clean hand, the one free of meat juices, to straighten it up. The two warriors watched in horror as the last meat bun was eaten by Maria.
However, from her perspective, it was payment for being forced to watch the two unlikely warriors fighting like children. For ten whole minutes Maria was subjected to watch the the greatest and most epic battle. The two warriors that sat before her and they were not even comparatively the same; one was 180 cm tall while the other was 120 cm. The size discrepancy did not allow for the the smaller one to be weaker in any way to the taller opponent.
Although the skill in the battle was great, it was over the stupidest thing ever; lunch. The fighting equipment was limited to the simplest of tools, a white paper napkin embossed with the shield logo of the restaurant they were occupying and a tarnished silver fork.
The smaller warrior still wielded the tool like a sharpened dagger, pointed at the eyes of the tall warrior opposing him.
“Merk Merk!”
It then stabbed the table with the fork and it made a clear metallic twanging sound as the force caused it to verberate throughout the room. The patrons of the restaurant were silent for a moment, however, they went back to enjoy their meals. It wasn’t unusual to have altercations in this adventurer’s joint. Pendraguin then moved a flipper over his neck horizontally and pointed the flipper angrily at the tall warrior.
“Calum do you have any idea why this ‘cat’ followed us in here? ” James rolled his eyes and tried to gather support from the man dressed in green who was daintily drinking from a ceramic tea cup with a slice of lemon while reading a book.
Maria face palmed at James’s words, recalling what had happened earlier in the morning. Annoyed at James, she tossed a spare meat dumpling, she still had on her plate, at Pendraguin and as soon as the ball of meat approached its beak it was snapped up instantaneously. Calum sat silently sipping hot green tea from his round ceramic cup, he glanced up at the warrior as if he had just seen them and shrugged.
“James, remember you and Pendraguin upset the inn keeper yesterday with your antics. ”
Calum’s eyes returned to his book and he continued sipping tea as it nothing was spoken.
While James was looking for answers, Pendraguin had already created his place within the group. Pendraguin sat upon several book with the restaurant's cheap napkin folded and wrapped around his neck; both fork and knife banging on the table. His eyes fixated on James, Pendraguin held the butter knife in such a way that the light of the restaurant made it glint eerily. Pendraguin began to use the knife as some kind of toothpick. James watched in horror as it brok 5 rules of etiquette. Pendraguin smiled cheesily at James and made an action as if he was going to chop off his arms and eat it.
‘Uncouth, ugly and dangerous’ James mouthed silently as he felt the sweat roll down his back.
As the restaurant waitress walked past James motioned to the waitress to take his order.
“Several more bowls of meat balls please. ” The restaurant was a cheap restaurant that any adventurer could afford its most expensive dishes many times over and the order for reheated food came instantaneously.
As the waitress loaded the table with several more plates Pendraguin began to drag the dishes to his side of the table. James frowned and dragged the dragged dishes back to his side of the table.
Pendraguin grunts whacking James's hand with the fork.
Calum snaps the book he was reading shut .
“This is just like it started this morning… “
“He started it!” James yells pointing at Pendraguin.
“What exactly did happen?” Maria folded her arms pointedly staring at the faded pink stain on pendraguin’s feathers
6 Hours Earlier:
There upon the kitchen table there is plate that is sparkly clean. Cleaner than some that had been bleached one hundred times over. So clean that even the enamel patterning on the edges were sparkling white. It glittered from the morning sunlight that shone through the open window where the roosters were crowing.
A man walked into the room, his mouth wide open.
“My bacon...” James has a dejected face as if all life was stolen.
“You stole my bacon!!!??!!”
Pengraduin pokes tongue out “Merk, Merk Merk”
Spoiler :
No, I am testing for poison
, Pendraguin takes a swig from the bottle from last night. He burps loudly and sputtering food from his mouth that hits James in the face. James picks up Pendraguin only to focus on it slowly piercing his early morning thoughts, ‘It’s a piece of bacon rind?’. There is bacon rind in pendragon orthodontic toothy beak. The evidence is all too clear for James so he reaches with hands to pull Pendraguin to his face. Not liking that fact that his feet are not touching the ground, Pendraguin twists his body with tail and ends up nearly tripping James. He staggers forward yet recovers his balance annoyed with the provocation James retaliates by throwing a punch at Pendraguin.
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Pendraguin moves forward dodging the blow and James staggers forward again as he oversteps his mark. James turns again and angrily throws punches at Pendraguin.
Pendraguin places on wing on his hips.
“Merk! Merk!”
He reaches over for another full bottle, empties it first, then smashes it on the edge of the table. James uses the table to move away from Pendraguin’s advances. Moving left and right, right and left. They dance the deadly fight like a tango dancer. Pendraguin dangs the shoulder of the bottle on the edge of the table. Frustration is in both these dancer’s eyes, fervent like an abstract love.
If love could not reach, Pendraguin would find a way. Clambering over the table to get James. Pendraguin’s belly slides across the table squishing the red fruit in the bowl. Pendraguin trips on the twisting bowl and James grabs a fist full of his skin and feather and is just about to throw a punch right at Pendraguin’s skull. Pendraguin struggles the bottle slipping from his feathered hands as he clambers to get some space away from James, James pick up the bottle and then grabs pendraguin again on the throat holding onto his skin.
It is at this point of time the Inn Keeper walks in
“Ahhhhheeeeehhhh!!”
James turns to stare at the source of the high pitched squealing.
“What have you done to Mr Merk! You’ve killed him!” Throwing the contents of her basket at James, James defends himself using the broken bottle.
“Murderer!!” The inn keeper throws more apples, and even picks up a vase.
“Ouch.” James cowers from the vase.
“Wait. What?” Pendraguin is sagging in his grasp as if mortally injured.
“Hey wake up, you were awake just a minute ago… ” He shakes Pendraguin’s limp body and more red juice is smeared on the white feathers of his stomach.
“The love of my life, how could you!” She throws the stone statue.
“Ouch.” James’s eyes widen at the sharp edges of the statue.
“What about the sweet moments we had last night?!!” She throws the lantern.
“Ouch.” James attempts to put out the flames from the lantern.
“We were going to get married, sniff” the innkeeper is using a the coat hanger as a stick to bash James.
James is using Pendraguin’s body to shield himself from the innkeepers attacks. Pendraguin opens one eye and dodges all the stabs the innkeeper throws while playing dead at the same time.
James shakes Pendraguin more vigorously knowing that he is still conscious, he has dropped the bottle and two hands are around Pendraguin’s neck
Maria walks down the stairs, yawning and stretching her arms.
“So is that breakfast? ”Maria looks at the sight of James strangling Pendraguin playing dead.
“It’s a bit raw.”
More wailing from the innkeeper “Our children what would become of the children?”
Upon hearing the words “Children” Pendraguin is deathly quiet. James is surprised and angered that the body of pendraguin has gone morbidly limp.
In attempt to calm down the innkeeper Maria opens her mouth “How about we take it to the umm vet, I mean doctor. ”
The innkeeper stops crying, “You are so kind traveller, can you please ensure the health of Mr Merk for me? I don’t know how to repay you.” Maria smiles inwardly, perhaps they can get their innkeeping fees for free.
Maria folds her arms at James.
“You are not taking it to the vet, I mean doctor’s like that? Come on carry him properly!”
Hesitantly James swung Pendraguin into his arms and carries Pendraguin princess style. He can see the jaws of Pendraguin and smell his awful bad breath. He scrunches his nose at the smell of something rotting in its teeth.
“No fear, lady we will take, umm Mr Merk, to the best doctor in town." Maria leads James towards the door and kicks it open with his feet.
Plonk.
Another serving of meat balls awakens James from this mornings recollections.
James frowns as the waitress has obviously placed the dish closer to Pendraguin.
Pendraguin winks at the waitress and the waitress winks back.
Rolling his eyes to this disgusting image that plays on his mind, James thinks to himself ‘How can anything stand getting close to this creature?’
Pendraguin notices him rolling his eyes he raises his fists at him.
“Merk Merk ” spoiler “come on, bring it”
Slamming a closed book on the table, Calum pushes his glasses on his face closer
“Guys, we have a problem.”
“We need authority cards to get to the area where Mysty Hill is and the only way to earn the cards is to win the adventurer’s tournament, which is happening in a few days time. ”
“What’s the problem just enter us, we can win and maybe buy the passes off the other contestants.”
“We need a party of four.” Calum was a very frank person and anything he said was generally something that should be followed to the letter.
“A party of four? Hmmmm.” Maria ponders to herself and the pointed hat flops to the side.
Staring at pendraguin she “Oh my god, you have eaten us poor!”
She flashed her most alluring smile, “Now join our party.”
“No, just no, how can you even think about it.” James shook his head vehemently, however, one pointed look from Calum left him silent.
“Merk merk?” Pendraguin’s bead eye’s looked up at confusion at Maria. Slowly drawing upon the information as he gulped down the meat bun, Pendraguin refuses by shaking his head madly.
“Merk merk merk merk merk merk merk,” intones Pendraguin trying to explaining something to Maria. “Merk merk merk merk merk merk merk” Waving both flippers in the negative.
“Aww come on, we need you” Maria pulls the puppy dog eyes onto Pendraguin.
Pendraguin still refuses, “Merk merk. ”
Maria clicks her finger as she comes up with a great idea. Leaning her chair over she grabs a half eaten meat bun from another table. Maria moves the meat bun in an affirmative motion and Pendraguin’s head follows
“Oh so you want to join our party?”
“Merk?”
“Okay you promised.”
“Merk Merk” -.-
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Inside the registration office for the adventurer’s fight, where all that could be heard was the sound of feathered quills scratching on parchment.
“One Mage of the magis of fire.”
“One Warrior of the diamond blade.”
“One Saboteur of the Green Mechs.”
“Merrk!”
The clerk drops the feather quill in shock and dabs of ink are dotted all over the form. Her eyes are filled with excitement as she hurriedly looks for her colleague.
“Oh a great class indeed. Jan! Jann!” She calls in a voice shriller than monkey on helium.
“Come here have a look. ”
The two girls look at the registration form and then stare at Pendraguin with sigh of love at first sight. Love hearts are being expelled from their hearts.
Both warrior and saboteur face palm. The mage folds her arms and taps her feet, looking at her pocket watch.
A superior walks in “Oh my god that class is playing? Nono no no girls, you need to place the whole party in the upper tier. No, infact seed the party as one of the finalists. This is going to be such a good battle this time round."
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Thank you Fangtooth the Crumpet Lord for PRing