Prompt from The -Fallen-Spirit: Prompt, shaggy shows some of his hidden martial skills (do as you will with this.)
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The sounds of screams filling the 'haunted' house wasn't a surprise. Neither was the sound of old armour falling to the ground as a familiar duo raced past, knocking it over as though it would slow their attacker down.
"We're coming Shaggy!" Freddie called out from the bottom floor, as he and the girls raced upstairs, "Don't worry! We're coming!"
From down the corridor, they could just about here banging and clanging, making it clear that there was a struggle going on.
"Ret 'im Raggy! Ret 'im!"
Turning to one another in confusion, the group slowly entered the room, only to see Shaggy backed against a wall, two long wooden sticks in his hand, brandishing them at the figure standing in front of him, who was carrying its' customary spear.
The 'ghost' suddenly darted forwards, the spear slashing out at Shaggy's feet desperately, almost trying to knock him over.
Shaggy fended him off, almost dancing away, eyes wide as he yelped at the slashing motions, continuing to dodge the blow with ease.
It was a close contest, and the other three watched in alarm as the fight got quicker and quicker, the brisk CLACK CLACK CLACK of wood hitting wood. Shaggy dropped low, charging towards the 'ghosts' midsection, only to leap back as a spear headed towards his throat.
Freddie's eyes widened at the sight, watching as Shaggy moved away, the man not even seeming to realise they were in the room. He never seemed to stop moving: feinting, lunging, his weapons spinning.
The 'ghost' growled in anger, moving into a charge which Shaggy dodged, jumping up and landing on the blade of the spear, forcing it to the ground.
"Go Shaggy!" Daphne eventually couldn't restrain herself, whooping in glee as Shaggy finally seemed to realise they were there.
Instead of panicking, like they all thought would happen, Shaggy beamed, almost preening like Freddie after a successful trap, before darting in on the 'ghosts' right flank.
The 'ghost' parried it easily, pressing the advantage by thrusting forward, forcing Shaggy to roll away in order to avoid getting hit.
"Did anyone know that Shaggy could do all this?" Freddie asked, "Like… at all?"
Velma and Daphne shook their heads as Shaggy dodged another strike, before suddenly darting to his feet and hitting the head of the 'ghost'… and knocking it right off.
"Zoinks!" Shaggy yelped, dropping his weapon and running over to the rest of the group, diving to hide behind Freddie as the head rolled along the ground.
The rest of the costume fell to the ground soon after.
"Mrs Lloyd!"