Marco ran his way through the halls of Castle Butterfly once more (at a slower pace in case someone randomly appears in front of him again). After a few turns, he made his way back to the same hallway he had bumped into Higgs.
As he ran down the hallway again, he spotted a dagger roughly the size of his forearm laying on the floor near where he had bumped into the other squire.
He made his way over to the dagger and bent down to pick it up. Dagger in hand, he noticed a small "H" engraved on the blade just above the crossguard.
"Must be Higgs'." With that in mind, he put the dagger into an extra scabbard he had on his belt, thinking of returning it to the squire after his training.
And there it is again, the sudden helpful gesture - although it wasn't exactly gesture, but you get the point. He didn't know why he was being helpful to his rival all of a sudden. Wasn't he suppose to not help her? Maybe the effects of that magic juice stuff is still lingering around his confused mind.
Remembering his reason being in the hallway he was in, he shook his head of the thoughts of his strange actions and rival and continued onward to the wooden door.
As he made his way down another set of stairs, his mind continued to ponder on his previous thoughts. Seriously, what the heck is happening to him? It's like there's something about her that made him do something he would've never done in his life. Ever. Maybe it's for bragging rights, how he's more "mature and helpful" than her. Or maybe it was that huge pile of weaponry and shields that gave her a hard time, and he felt bad for her having to carry all of that. Or maybe it's those beautiful green eyes that-
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA! What the heck was that?!" He had to stop his descent to make sure his mind wasn't deceiving him. Did he just call her eyes... no. No, that's entirely impossible. There's no way in the entire multiverse that he would find her beautiful. Heck, he wouldn't even call her "above average looking". Maybe he is going crazy. Are there any psychiatrists in Mewni?
Shaking his head once more to clear his mind, he continued his descent. As expected, he found Sir Lavabo by the stairs, arms crossed and a raised eyebrow.
"Dear Marco, would you care to explain why you are one hour and thirty minutes late?" Sir Lavabo said, staring at Marco with an expectant expression while tapping his foot.
Marco hung his head down in shame and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, Sir Lavabo. I ran into... someone and had to help them."
The knight stopped tapping his foot, but still stared at Marco. "Really? Who were they?"
Marco had not expected this at all. Man, sometimes Sir Lavabo could be so nosey. Harco cleared his throat and mumbled something unintelligible. The knight leaned in closer and turned the side of his so that his ear faced the squire.
Marco sighed and spoke more clearly, "Higgs."
The knight leaned back and stared at the squire with a surprised look. He too had not expected this at all. Marco helping his rival? He would've thought he was lying, but this boy would never lie to him - which is one of the things he loved about his squire.
Marco brought his face back up to the knight, expecting a punishment. But what he got instead was a nod. "Okay, that's understanble."
The squire raised an eyebrow, "Wait, what? Aren't you gonna punish me?"
The knight shook his head, "No, my dear boy. You had to help someone, which is a valid excuse to me. And you would never lie to me, right?"
Marco looked to the side and began sweating "Um..."
"Right?"
"Nope, definitely not... wouldn't lie to you." He let out a nervous luaghter. Sir Lavabo narrowed his eyes at the squire, but shrugged it off.
"Well, come on now. We musn't waste anymore time. Have you brought you sword?" Sir Lavabo asked. Marco patted the sheathed sword on his side. The knight then lead the way to a door with Marco in tow. When they arrived, Marco could hear low growling and soft-sounding footsteps from the other side.
"This one had already awoken when I arrived." The knight explained. "Unfortunately, I could not defeat alone, which is another reason why I waited by the stairs for you."
Marco hung his head in shame again, ashamed that he made the old knight wait for him for a long time. Sir Lavabo noticed his shame and shook his head, "Don't be ashamed, Marco. I have already forgiven you. Let's just defeat this beast so we may resume our tasks in peace."
Marco nodded and unsheathed his sword, ready to run in and take whatever horrible and good-smelling beast lies in the other side. Sword in hand, Sir Lavabo gave a confirming nod to the squire and promptly swung the door open. Marco was the first one in, charging at the large cloth beast that immediately saw him.
The beast was humanoid, loose pieces of clothing hanging off its body. Its arms were long enough to reach the floor and it had to slightly crouch to move around the spacious room. The strange thing about it was its small head in comparison to its body, it looked to be the same size as Marco. It had purple glowing eyes and a mouth with somehow sharp-looking teeth.
Once Marco charged in, the beast turned around and started hastily crawling towards the intruder. It raised its fist above its head and slammed it down to the floor, missing the squire by a few meters.
Marco started slashing and hacking at the arm, causing the beast to growl in annoyance. It brought its other fist up and tried to squish the squire again, but let out a wince when the fist met with the blade of Sir Lavabo's sword.
"Begone, foul beast!" The knight yanked his sword from the fist and charged for its legs. Marco, on the other hand, resumed slashing at the previous hand, hoping to cut it off and leave the beast with less fighting power. The beast brought his other hand up and tried swiping at the offending squire, but missed again when the squire dodge rolled out of the way. With one final slash, Marco cut off the beast's arm, causing clothes to lifelessly spill on the ground and the beast to scream in pain.
While Marco tried going for the other hand, Sir Lavabo started slashing at its legs, taking advantage of Marco's distraction. The knight jumped up and hoisted himself up on one of the beast's knee. He began slashing at what must be its kneecap, bringing his sword overhead and bringing down to the leg with force.
His vigorous slashing is brought to a stop when he heard a cry for help a short distance away. He looked up to see Marco being squished in the beast's fist, face blue from the lack of oxygen and his sword abandoned on the ground.
"Marco!" The knight started climbing up the beast's body, using his sword like an ice pick. He stabbed his way on the beast's back and ran above the beast's small head. He jumped and landed on the beast's forearm. Once he found the point where the squire had slashed at, the knight brought his sword above his head and brought it down on the arm, sending the final blow to the remaining hand. Clothes once again fell lifelessly to the floor, and Marco fell to the floor, trying to catch his breath while the beast screamed in pain.
Sir Lavabo made his way to the squire and knelt down. "Are you okay, Marco?" The knight asked, sounding concerned. The squire nodded and made his way to his sword. Once he picked up his sword, he got into a ready stance beside the knight.
"We got rid of its hands. Now we just need to chop its head off, right?" Marco glanced to the knight, expecting a "yes", but was met with the knight focusing on the beast that was still screaming. A few seconds passed and the knight pointed his sword to the beast's chest.
"You see that glow in its chest?" Marco brought his gaze back to the beast and saw a faint purple glow coming from the stab points Sir Lavabo made when climbing. He nodded and glanced back at the knight.
"It has a heart, and we need to kill it." Marco gave a curt nod, and got ready to face the beast once more. The beast had already stop screaming and glared at the two with murderous intent. Sir Lavabo let out a battle cry and charged forward with Marco just behind him.
The beast tried to stop the two, but its handless arms proved his efforts useless. Sir Lavabo went for its legs, hoping to bring the beast down enough for them to reach its chest, while Marco distracted it by running around the beast's vision. The knight climbed on top of the knee he had previously tried to cut off and continued his attack on it. He slashed and hacked, and before you know it, the knee was cut off and the clothes that once made it up fell to the floor like the others.
Once the knee was gone, the beast stumbled and lost balance, causing it to bend down and catch itself with its stubs and scream. Marco stopped running and charged for the chest. The beast was bent over just enough so that he wouldn't have to jump up to attack it.
Marco stabbed his sword at the beast's collarbone, and began making his way down its upper body, slicing it open. Clothes fell and the glow became brighter. Marco yanked back his sword and brought his gaze to the open chest behind him. He made his way back and looked to see a glowing heart made out of purple clothing. Ready to end the fight, he jumped up with all his legs could give him and stabbed the heart. The beast screamed in pain once more before exploding in a mess of shredded and undamaged clothing.
Marco fell to the ground on his back, trying to catch his breath. Sir Lavabo made his over to the tired boy and offered his hand to help him up. Marco accepted it and brought himself up. The knight patted the squire's back while the two caught their breaths.
"Well done, my boy. You never fail to amaze me." Sir Lavabo said. Marco responded with a "thank you" and sheathed his sword. Sir Lavabo glanced at Marco's belt and noticed the dagger in an extra scabbard.
"I am going to take a guess and say that that dagger belongs to your rival." The knight pointed to the dagger. Marco's face put on a confused expression for split second before remembering his little find.
"Yeah, I'm planning to give it back to her after this." Sir Lavabo nodded in understanding before putting on a knowing smile.
"Are you sure that is all you're going to do?" Marco was confused once again before he understood what the old knight meant, confirmed by the red color on his face.
Sir Lavabo let out a chuckle.
girl we need some action
if we're gonna make it like a true survivor
we need some action
if we wanna take our love away from here
some notes:
i don't have a set update schedule, but i'll try to update twice a week (probably weekends)
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