Chapter 4

A loud horn rang and small orbs of light popped out from the ground. Margret's head snapped up and she flew off to the orbs.

'Must...get...lights!'

'Oh no. Nan! Calm down!'

'LIGHTS!'

Margret gritted her teeth. She skidded her feet to stop, her other side struggling furiously to grab one of the orbs. 'Rodger! Help me!'

'Right-o.' Sounds of a struggle resonated in her head. A sigh of relief. 'Kay, we're good.'

Margret scratched her head, 'Thank God. Nan, you need to control that.'

A whine, 'Just let me have one. Just one. I promise I won't take over.'

'No. And that's final.'

"Okay," Jak jumped beside her, "What was that?"

Margret sighed, "Nan gets a little crazy when it comes to things that shine." She jumped up a different platform and grabbed an orb, "It's a curse, really."

Jak shrugged and gathered as many orbs as he could. Soon, the first level of the platform was empty.

"The candidates have," Pecker started until Damas gave him the 'look,' "won the challenge."

"That's right!" Daxter cheered, "We bad! You haven't forgotten what I taught ya, Jak." Jak rolled his eyes with a smile. Margret snickered.

Damas was not impressed, "Anyone can make a few measly jumps. Now, let's see how you rate against the living." He threw Jak a gun. Margret's eyes widened.

'You have got to be kidding me.'

'I don't think he is, darling.'

"Re-adjust the platforms! Prepare the arena for full combat!"

"Prepare the arena for full combat!" repeated Pecker.

"I just said that."

"I know, I was just adding," stuttered Pecker, "you know, how you do the thing with the -?" Damas raised an eyebrow. "Anyway. Prepare the warriors."

"Ya mean, we have to fight against actual people?" Daxter chewed on his nails, "With actual weapons? Who actually want to hurt us?"

"Apparently so," Margret narrowed her eyes.

"Fine," Jak cocked the gun, "Bring 'em on."

"Alright. That's it," Daxter jumped off Jak's shoulder, "I wanna be on his shoulder."

The floating platform the three were standing on jerked abruptly before lowering onto the arena. Margret grabbed the spear from her back and gripped it.

'I really, REALLY hope I get out of this alive.'

'Of course, you will, dear. You have us.'

'Plus, a slightly dangerous Dark Eco freak on your side.'

Margret let out a long breath, 'Points. Still pretty skittish, though.'

"You nervous?" Jak's voice broke her mind chat.

Margret snorted slightly, "Does it show?"

"Yep."

"Lovely."

"Don't worry, Sweet Cheeks," Daxter jumped back on her shoulder and leaned against her head, "You have Orange Lightning to protect ya."

"Thanks, Dax," her response was slightly sarcastic.

The platform finally stopped at the bottom of the arena. Instead of looking like a twisted version of a child's playground, a circle platform rested on top of the lava while four or five box-like containers stood on poles around the circle.

Jak jumped off the floater excitedly while Margret just walked off. As soon as their feet touched the ground, a loud buzzer sounded. The boxes on the lava opened up to reveal bulky men clad in fighting armor. The warriors carried intimidating curved swords.

Margret's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, "Oh, shit."

Jak wasted no time in blasting the warriors. The gun fired a type of bullet that was like a red wave. Each wave knocked the warriors into the lava. Some that dodged the bullets tried to charge him. They were soon beaten by the kicks and punches aimed at their faces and torsos.

Margret blinked, 'I don't think he needs my help.'

'Think again. Behind you!'

Margret whipped around to block a sword with the staff end of the spear. The warrior was so close that she could smell his breath. 'Oh, gross. Garlic. Rodger, what do I do?!'

'In between the legs!'

Margret's leg smashed itself against the warriors 'Happy Place.' He groaned painfully before loosening his grip on his sword. 'Now!' Margret whipped her spear out from under the opponent's weapon and stabbed it into the warriors gut. He gave a choked noise before slumping to the ground. Margret stared at the corpse, wide-eyed and shaking slightly.

'I just killed someone.'

'Suck it up, darling. You need to in order to survive.'

The buzzer sounded. Sensing something bad, Margret jumped on top of the boxes on the circle. For good reason. Everything below the boxes was submerged in lava. The warriors screamed and roared in agony as their flesh and bones melted like liquid.

'Oh, ouch.'

"Hey, Marge!"

Margret looked across the arena. Jak stood on top of another box, a frazzled and slightly singed Daxter clinging to his shoulder, "You okay?!"

Margret glanced at the now lower level of lava, "Yeah! Shaken up, but fine!"

Jak gave a reassuring smile before jumping off the box. The lava had completely drained from the arena. Margret jumped down next to him.

"Time for Round Two," Jak cocked his gun.

"Man!" Daxter shivered and glared at the warriors hopping out of the boxes, "This sucks! How many of them are there?!"

Margret shrugged.

Jak aimed his gun, "Guess we'll find out."

'And in this corn-ah! The slightly-shitting-her-pants crazy-ass, MARGRET AUSTIN!'

Margret sighed and tightened her grip on her spear, "Let's get this over with."

AN; I'm BAAAAaaack!

Yes, yes, I know what some of you are thinking. 'Where the hell have you been?!' Well, to tell you the truth, I was working on some Repo! The Genetic Opera Songfics when I came across one of my old loves, Jak and Daxter. So I decided to give this gal another go. I'm trying to make Marge a little bit more like I originated; Quiet and calm on the outside, but nuttier than a loon on the inside, hence the weird-looking words. Ya think it's working? I hope so. Anywho, that was chapter four, and I hope some people would please take time the to read and possibly review. Ciao!