Tales of Mysterra I

by The-Writing-Dragon

Follow Victor, a recruit in the Lunar Guild, as he fights his way up the ranks in an attempt to become the greatest warrior Mysterra has ever known, all while combating the villainous Army of Darkness.

7. Free For All

Tales of Mysterra

Chapter 7-Free For All: Victor vs. Don Patch vs. Tails

Upon entering the Lunar Courtyard, the field for their fight, Victor realized that the Solar Master had been right about one thing; Lunar Hill was nice during the day, but at night, the view was breathtaking. Fireflies swarmed all over the area in even greater density, and the sky was dotted with stars, casting the area in a completely natural, almost ethereal glow. Victor could make out a few constellations in the sky, as well as a few stars he didn't even know existed. NOW he knew that he should have brought a camera. "So, you actually managed to show up, eh?"

Victor's attention was torn from his scenic surrounding to the source of the voice; Don Patch, leaning against a nearby column, tossing about a coin in his hand, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. "I was worried for a sec' you weren't gonna arrive."

The dragon glared at Don Patch for a second. "Is...that really necessary?" Victor's attention was torn once again to the next voice; Tails, who was currently sitting on the side of a fountain, feet dangling off the side, and staring up at the sky somewhat nonchalantly.

"No, it's not," Victor responded flatly, prompting Don Patch to turn to him with a whine.

"Yes it waaaaaas! I wanted a cool appearance!" the orange blob shouted, only to be interrupted when Victor removed his blade and pointed it at Don Patch's nose.

Tails blinked upon seeing the weapon, hopping from his perch. "W-wait a minute, swinging around big pointy objects isn't necessary either..."

"Sure it is," Victor retorted, swinging it to point at Tails and causing the fox to flinch. "Don't worry, I'm merciful enough not to go around slaughtering fellow soldiers."

"B-but..." Tails stammered, only for Victor to shoot him a glare that said he wasn't going to get a different response. He shivered and looked down. "F-fine..."

Don Patch smirked, tossing his toothpick to the side. "Now then, are we gonna get this show on the road or not?"

-Meanwhile-

The ceremony had started about an hour and a half ago, and the Twilight Monarch had yet to arrive; it was understandable that people were starting to get worried. Chopper sat at the captain's table, glancing around and noticing a messenger speaking with Silver and Sora; he knew that something bad would happen, just not something like THIS. The reindeer's train of thought was interrupted when he heard his walkie talkie beeping. Chopper excused himself from the table to get away from the bustle and answered. "Yes?"

"We have a bit of a problem. We are requesting your service immediately."

Chopper raised an eyebrow in confusion and worry, asking nervously, "What is it? Does it have something to do with..."

"We're not sure, but it's a pretty good guess by now. Come to the gates immediately."

The reindeer stowed his walkie-talk away, and proceeded to make tracks for the castle gates. If they needed him, it had to be a major medical emergency.

-Meanwhile-

Before Victor could make a retort, Don Patch had grabbed the coin he was tossing about earlier and hurled it at Victor, who whirled around in shock. "Dammit!"

He quickly managed to grab the coin in his hand, then flung it back at Don Patch, who avoided by leaping upwards, perching himself on the column. "Awh man! That was supposed to kill you!"

"That's if you drop a penny down the side of the Empire State Building," Tails mumbled flatly, Victor whirling around to the fox; he had by this pointed clenched a fist and placed his other hand on his wrist, causing his glove to glow for a moment and transform into a boxing glove. Victor blinked, just in time for the boxing glove to shoot outwards; the dragon barely managed to duck under the attack, though Don Patch was still smacked in the face, smashing him into a wall. "Oops! S-sorry Don Patch!"

"You'd better be sorry!" the orange blob muffled as the glove was retracted via some sort of retractable chain, dropping Don Patch to the ground. He looked up slightly, just in time to notice Victor dashing towards him. He blinked in shock, then quickly leaped into the air, stomping on Victor's head and kicking off, landing next to Tails.

"Ggh...damn pest," Victor growled, turning around towards the duo. He was, however, interrupted when he noticed Don Patch tilting a cap on his head, a baseball glove on one of his hands. "The hell?"

"And heeeeeeere's the pitch," Don Patch called, winding up and flinging something rather hastily towards Victor. The dragon's eyes widened, prompting him to quickly hold his hand up to catch the incoming orb. He grunted lowly from the force exerted, then slowly looked down at what exactly it was he caught; an apple.

The dragon narrowed his gaze. "Here's your damn pitch," he snarled, quickly throwing the apple back towards Don Patch. The orange blob's eyes widened, and he quickly leaped out of the way, resulting in the apple instead smashing into Tails' face, knocking him toppling backwards at a high speed before hitting the wall. "Whoops," Victor mumbled flatly with a slight sweatdrop.

Tails abruptly sat back up, the apple now sticking partially out of his mouth; the fox grabbed at his throat with a panicked expression. "Oh no!" Don Patch shouted, abruptly leaping to the fox's side. "You're choking! Here, lemme get that out for you!"

With this comment, the orange blob proceeded to smack Tails in the back of the head with a paddle, sending the apple flying out of his mouth and hitting the column behind Victor. The dragon blinked slightly as Don Patch bent down to Tails' side and remarked in a scolding, motherly tone, "How many times have I told you to chew your food before you swallow?"

The fox only groaned in response, curled up slightly and grabbing the back of his head, murmuring, "Ow...that hurt..."

"You shouldn't have tried to swallow it whole!" Don Patch responded, folding his arms. "Do we have to go back to semi-solid foods?"

Tails looked up with a pained expression. "Wha...?"

The fox was interrupted when Don Patch placed a small bowl in front of him, the contents consisting of some sort of green, mushy substance. "There! Now then, I want to see all of it gone!"

Victor had half a mind to step in, but could only stare in stupefication as Don Patch tried to shove a spoon of the suspicious substance down Tails' throat. "We're kinda in the middle of a fight, you know!"

"And that doesn't excuse my growing baby boy from eating his vegetables!" the orange blob responded, prompting Tails to glance at him blankly.

"What the HECK are you talking about?" he mumbled blankly, only to be interrupted when Don Patch shoved the spoon into his mouth.

"That's a good boy! Now I expect to see it all gone by the time I get back!" Don Patch exclaimed, leaving Tails to try and remove the spoon from his throat. "Now then-" the orange blob continued, turning around to Victor, only to be kicked in the face and sent spiraling into another column.

The dragon lowered his foot as Don Patch stood up, wiping the bits of dust and rubble off of him. "Tch, you're more troublesome than I thought," Don Patch remarked, glancing at Victor with a wide smirk. "Unfortunately for you, I'm just getting started!" A low, yellow aura began encompassing his body, prompting Victor to take a momentary step back. "Now...I'm going to show you what a real attack looks like!"

A bright flash of light emanated from Don Patch's body, forcing Victor to cover his eyes to avoid being blinded. He looked back with a grunt, only for his jaw to drop slightly. "What the..."

Instead of actually unleashing an attack, Don Patch had balanced on the tips of his toes, holding two fingers out and puckering his lips. "Prukogi...Prukogi...Prukogi...Prukogi..."

Victor stared rather blankly at the scene, watching as Don Patch began flapping his hands about, charging towards Victor. "Imma bird! Imma bird! TRY TO GUESS WHAT I-"

The orange blob came within striking distance of Victor, who stepped to the side and delivered a stomp to Don Patch's head, slamming him into the ground. He continued to put pressure on the blob's body, mumbling, "This...is where I crush you like the insolent bug you are."

A low grunt came from Don Patch. "Heh...you think you've won? I have yet to show you my true power!"

With this comment, another faint aura began gathering around Don Patch. Victor furrowed his brow and grumbled, "If this is some other retarded shit then don't try it, I'm not gonna fall for it."

"But this is no ordinary retarded shit," Don Patch remarked, his eyes widening. "This is my transformation ability!"

Victor blinked in surprise, Don Patch suddenly overpowering Victor and leaping into the air. He tucked in his limbs and began spinning around, only to abruptly stop in midair; Don Patch now resembled a four-pointed ninja star. "Don Patch Shuriken Attack!"

The orange blob flew towards Victor at a high speed; the dragon reached for his sword, however, it was abruptly knocked out of his grip when Don Patch came whizzing by, impacting the weapon and slicing at Victor's shoulder. The dragon's eyes widened with a grunt as Don Patch continued to dash about him, shrieking madly, "You like that, huh? Huh? I thought as much, now you're going to die, you overgrown mutant gecko!"

Don Patch continued to laugh maniacally, unaware of a certain change in scenery below. "Flick."

Suddenly, a very large gloved hand emerged from the ground behind Victor; as soon as Don Patch came within view, the hand made a flicking motion with its index finger, plowing into Don Patch and sending him rocketing into the air. "WAAAAAHHHHH!"

A faint blinking sound was heard as Don Patch vanished from view, prompting Victor to slowly open his eyes. "Are you alright?"

The dragon looked around to the source of the voice; Tails, who had by now taken the spoon from his mouth and lowered his faintly glowing hand. Victor glanced at said glove, and mumbled, "Was that...you?" The fox nodded. "How did you do that? And that thing with the boxing glove earlier?"

"Weeeellll..." Tails mumbled, looking away with a faint blush and rubbing the back of his head. "It's nothing really, just one of my inventions. I can summon several different technological weapons from my glove via some special form of Chaos Control. It's not really much for someone with an intelligence quotient of 300."

A few moments passed in silence, Victor staring at Tails. "So...you're a nerd."

"Not what I meant..." the fox mumbled, looking away with an annoyed expression.

Tails glanced back at Victor, mumbling, "To be honest, I was fairly sure I was supposed to be helping that Don Patch guy, but I don't really think of slapping apples out of my mouth or force-feeding me goop as actions an ally would do."

Victor blinked in surprise. "Wait, what? You weren't supposed to be helping him, this was a free-for-all." The dragon stared at Tails as the fox gave him back at rather confused expression. "Of course...he probably tricked you into thinking I'M the bad guy..." he sighed, turning around and folding his arms.

"Well, that's not so much the case now, is it?" Tails asked, blinking. "He's gone for now, we should probably get back to the Induction Ceremony before anyone notices we're missing and we get in trouble."

Victor nodded in agreement, the duo walking back towards the entrance to the castle.

-Meanwhile-

Chopper had soon arrived at the castle gates, having taken on his four-legged form to arrive there quicker. He quickly noticed a group of medics crowded around something, prompting the reindeer to revert back to his normal child-like form and approach. "Excuse me! Head doctor coming through!"

Everyone turned to Chopper, prompting the crowd to part slightly; Chopper blinked in shock upon noticing a messenger laying on the ground, several rather nasty wounds adorning his body. "What happened?"

"According to the guards he arrived in town like this," one of the medics responded. "He appears to be from the Twilight Society, and he bore a message that he said must reach Lunar Guildmaster Silver immediately!"

With this comment, the medic surrendered what looked like a tape recorder to Chopper. The reindeer looked it over and finally nodded, glancing at the medics and saying, "I'll make sure this reaches Silver. Get this guy to the medical wing, stat!"

The medics nodded, two returning from the castle with a stretcher and loading the wounded messenger onto it. They dashed off, Chopper taking the tape recorder in his mouth and shifting back to his quadruped form, dashing off towards the main hall with an urgent expression; if that messenger was from the Twilight Society, then this must've had something to do with the Twilight Monarch's late appearance...