The best part about writer's block in certain areas of a story isn't the fact that when you finally break it the will be good. It's the fact that you start working on all the other parts. That said, I should definitely have next chapter done by next week.


CHAPTER 28: STOP RIGHT THERE

-I'm BAAACK...-

I was suddenly in the air. And no longer on my back. Gravity was pulling me straight ahead to where I was facing, so I hit the ground with a clang. I was too tired and wounded to pick myself up. Not-so-thankfully, two underworld knights took the liberty of taking my sword and shield, and lifted me by my arms. They began to drag me across the room. I looked around, and I was in the throne room.

I looked at Merlina, who looked at me. Not in anger or grief. She looked impressed.

"I've been expecting you. You are an incredible fighter," She complimented. "But you were outmatched."

"Alright, let's cut to the chase, why?" I asked. "Why did you have to merge this world and the underworld? Weren't we doing the opposite?"

"This kingdom will fail one way or another." Merlina began to explain. "Such is its fate."

She began to lean in, right into my face. To increase my chances of living, I didn't spit in her face like I would if I was in good health. "Lancelot and Gawain's rift shall do-"

"I killed Lancelot." I interrupted her with a chuckle. -Any fans of Mister Unsmiley over there wondering why I did it now, there, I have another reason. In the Arthurian tales, Lancelot is a big pimp, and hits on Gawain's... wife I think? Or was it his sister? Anyway, Gawain and Lancelot they get into a fight, fucks up the whole organization. I just stopped that by killing Lancelot.- "APOCALYPSE AVERTED, or so it should have been if you didn't cause this."

"Sadly, it is not that simple. This was to be our ideal world, but it will not last."

"Which is why you enjoy it while it lasts, and not pry it from the ground!"

"Let me explain!"

"Fuck you, and fuck that neon guy back in the foyer!"

"... You didn't check underneath the helmet, did you?"

There was a blank look on my face for a tense moment. Leon disappears, Neon appears. Leon, Neon. Neon, Leon.

I shot to my feet, making the underworld knights jump in surprise.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO LEON?" I shouted.

At that point the knights kicked at my shins, sending me back to my original dragged position.

"He helped me, for a reward..."

"I COULD EAT A BOWL OF ALPHABET SOUP AND SHIT A BETTER EXCUSE THAN THAT! What was all the gibberish about, eh! After you answer those questions I'll tear you THREE new assholes! One for each Sacred Sword!"

"You honestly thought you could beat me?"

"Not alone! Right now, there are eighty men marching throughout this keep! White Death is heading your way!"

"It's a shame they all will die, then." Merlina said with a 'hmph'. "Instead of fighting me, you could have just let me do what I want."

"FUCK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!"

I was beginning to be dragged off, but still, I glared at her from over my shoulder, shouting "FUCK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME" over and over again, until I was dragged out of the room. Then I shouted one big "MOTHERFUCKERRRRRR."


They dragged me up stairs, letting my legs clang on every single stair. At the top of the tower, there was a door. They opened it, and in it was a chair, and a small three walled section with a bed and a bucket. They threw me into the section with three walls. It seemed like a cell, except without the bars. Before I could get up, one of them had pulled a lever, which dropped bars from a secret compartment in the ceiling into the holes in the floor, between me and them. They tossed my supplies behind the chair, and one of them sat on it.

Seeing as there was a cot, I may as well rest for a minute or two. I laid down on the prison bed. It was cold. The cobblestone that made up the entire prison complex of the castle was dusty, the cot was stuffed with leaves, and the pillow was just a rag folded up a good amount of times and tossed into a sack. Wasn't as bad as it seemed, though. But still bad.

After my couple minutes of rest, I got up, and decided that now that I was examining everything I could, I should check the bars. They were iron. Probably not hollow. A purple aura surrounded them, giving me a hunch that it was much more durable than it seemed because of some type of magic.

So here I am, locked up in this cell. No way for me to squeeze or wiggle my way out. The knights of the underworld are patiently waiting for Merlina to deal with the White Death, and then come and kill me. It looks like I'm hopeless.

Or so they think. But I have an incredible feature, called 'required secondary powers'.

"Hey, you think these bars can stop me!" I shouted at the guard.

-Allow me to explain, but warning! Confusing mathematics up ahead, and it's proof that I DID MY HOMEWORK! I move at the speed of sound. And I can stop from that speed by running against a wall and stopping myself with my arms, instantly.-

"You're not out yet. So I guess."

-I weigh 35 kilograms (or 77 pounds, but I can't use POUNDS with what I'm doing), one meter tall (again, 3 feet 3 inches, but that doesn't matter) and move at the speed of sound, which is 343.2 meters a second. Mass times Acceleration equals force. Multiply those two numbers, and you get 11977 newtons of force. That's me slamming into something, taking a whole second to slow down.-

"No."

-My arms are half a meter long. Sound takes .001716 seconds to go through half a meter. The reciprocal of that number is 582.-

I walk to the back of the cell, and get in position.

-Multiply 582 and 11977, and you get 6979603 newtons. Or...-

I charge, rearing both my arms back.

-SEVEN HUNDRED ELEVEN THOUSAND, SEVEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE KILOGRAMS, OR...-

I shoot my arms forward at the bars. I barely even feel them.

-ONE MILLION, SIXTY NINE THOUSAND, AND SEVENTY SEVEN POUNDS.-

I almost effortlessly break through the bars, shattering them into pieces. As the pieces fly out, the roots of the bar fling back and break the cell floor and ceiling. The pieces of metal bouncing around the room found themselves lodged into the underworld beings before I stepped out from inside the fresh gap I had made in the cell door.

-That is the least amount of force it takes to stop me, at full speed. 0.75 million pounds per arm. Thank God it only happens when I'm about to get splattered across a wall, or, in this case, get spaghettied through the bars. I just googled how to do that because I was wondering what the fuck the physics behind that were. Now that I did do that, the best guess I can have as to why the fuck don't my bones break when this happens is that when I'm at high speed and about to slam into a wall or something, my arms turn harder than diamond. I'm no doctor, physicist, or anything. Hell, I don't even know what the word "quantum" means! I ain't smart, I'm just clever. Clever as FUCK.-

I begin looking over the enemies, who are vanishing from vision, leaving behind a steel sword. I walk over, grab the sword and my shield (which was protected by the chair, which had been broken). and I get on my mark to start sprinting down the stairs.

ChchchchchCHCHCHCHCRIIIICHHHH

"What the!" I shouted as I turned my head to the noise. The cobblestone walls was apparently pushed back as well as the cell floor and ceiling. They were breaking off bits of the wall, too. I watched as the wall slowly crumbled and tumbled and finally fell out. Through the giant hole in the wall, I saw that the forest outside the castle walls were on fire. -Me and my Molotov cocktails.- I turned my head in front of me again.

And then a dragon slammed into the hole.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted, swinging my sword toward it as I turned to face it, even though it was inside the cell and I was in the hallway.

"Sir Sonic!" Said a female voice, seemingly coming from the dragon.

To be honest, I had first thought the dragon had eaten Nimue, and was about to repeat this thought out loud when Nimue climbed on top of the dragon's head. I sighed with relief.

"Nimue, you scared me there." I chuckled, and then I saw she had a sword on her hip. "You're going to fight too?"

"Sir Sonic, you've done a lot for us. You asked for a true ally. One that supports the cause enough to put their life on the line for us. You've protested against fighting alone, and yet you did it anyway. A stranger, from a foreign land, with the power and pride to fight for what is right, regardless of how much you know this place. You care more about this land than some of us do. And for that, you have been rewarded." She said kindly.

Then, she held out two vials. One contained a clear liquid, and the other contained a yellow one.

"One is the holy water from the lake." Nimue informed me. Taking my cue, I began to remove pieces of armor that had been pierced to administer the holy water. "And the other is a strength potion. It pushes your body to the best it can do, and it's very severe. It won't kill you or such, but you will be tired from it after its effects wear off."

I stopped. 'Push my body to the best I can do.' I don't know about you, but I like the sound of those words.

I bit the cork off and drank it all in one swig, before tossing Nimue the vial. He began pouring the holy water on his wounds. It hurts, in a very weird way. The wound sizzles like bacon, except without the heat.

"... Sonic..." Nimue began, with a nervously curious voice.

I gritted my teeth from the sting of the holy water. "Yeah?" -Also, the strength potion tastes like fish. Ugh.-

She turned to look at the hole behind her, the dragon patiently waiting. She turned around with a panicked face. "How did you do that? You had no weapons..."

The vial was empty, and I began putting the armor back on. I shook myself, stretched, and grabbed the sword.

"Oh... just a test."

She looked around quickly and saw the metal bar fragments scattered about. Her eyebrows rose. I flicked my hand in a "shoo" fashion at her as I began to walked out into the stairwell, my head turned to face her as I spoke.

"Thank you, this is all I could ever possibly need to take Merlina on. You've helped me plenty. Now, go to the path leading to the Knight's Passage and wait there! Please!"

As I finished, I turned back around, and ran down the stairs.


White Death exited the large, spacious room, leaving a smoldering pile of burned goo behind them. Some of them had died; thieves with daggers did not fare so well against the monster, and an archer was pinned to the wall with one of the spears. But they did expect losses. The bodies would be collected on the way out, and given proper treatment. The Knights of the Round Table would see to it.

Tired from all the fighting, and trying to conserve energy for the inevitable big fight with Merlina, many of the group had slowed to a walking pace. Others jogged. But the Knights of the Round Table ran restlessly.

Percival was in the lead. She had picked up a flameberge from a decorative armor set, after quickly inspecting that it was much sharper than her Sacred Rapier. She was followed by Bors, with his spiked ball and chain flail swinging as he ran. Behind them was Galahad, his falchion at his side. In the back trailed Lamorak, Gawain, and Galehaut, left behind because they had searched the slime beast's remains for anything of value.

They fought their way into the throne room. It wasn't much of a room. The most of the walls were hidden from a red shroud of some sort. Bits and pieces of pillars floated around. There, a pale woman with dark lavender hair sat in the graciously decorated chair, with a withered flower covering her mouth. It was Merlina. She was wearing a completely different outfit. She had black dress with gold detail lining, and a feathery collar with similar cuffs. Lamorak would have chuckled at the absurdity of her feathered parts if he couldn't feel power emanating from across the room.

The knights stopped, and when they heard the crowd gathering behind them, they held out their arms, gesturing them to halt.

"So, you are the force trying to overthrow me...?" Merlina asked calmly.

"Yes!" Bors boomed, assuming control of White Death. "You are bringing nothing but hell upon us!"

"The hell Sonic fought against!" Shouted an archer from the crowd.

"The hell we fought against!" Gawain added.

"You all know nothing of what is to become of this world." Merlina said bluntly. "If you return to your homes, I will ensure you with your lives."

"And have them taken by those you've cornered us with?" Cried an agitated warlock with a sea shanty tone from the crowd, marching ahead of the knights. "I'll shrink your head and hang it from my door!"

He rose his staff, and began to cast a spell. Wind swooshed in as Galahad ran up to try to stop him. The Warlock pushed the white knight away with his elbow forcibly. By this time the wind was at tornado-like speeds, swushing the Warlock's hair around. He began to shout an incantation.

"... Eaw regnweard Dwolma, ætstæl mé! Eac þes galdorléoð, Þrimilce híedwolcræft béonábruðe!" The Warlock chanted in Old English.

Wind began blowing in. More specifically, a cloud. It all circled front of him. It had sucked in a cloud from the sky, and slowly, the cloud began to precipitate. Water drops fell into the puddle it made, as the water seemed to pulse. An organ of some sort materialized inside the puddle of water. Quickly, it surged upward, and formed a somewhat humanoid being of water. It had yellow-green eyes, and claws composed entirely of water.

The crowd cheered and roared with excitement as the wind died down and the Warlock began to laugh. "Hahaha, ástægan! Wiþwinnan þes bepæcestre!" The Warlock cheered on the water monster in Old English.

It made bubbly noises as it turned to Merlina. She had a surprised look on her face. She was surprised that a rather young warlock could muster the power to summon what he did.

The water monster sent his arms forward, punching the air. His arms extended, stretching toward Merlina, when suddenly it collided against an invisible force field, stopping them. As it hit, light appeared to mark it.

The Warlock frowned as the water beast got closer to the field. He turned to the crowd behind him. "She's covered with a force field! Weaken it!"

Many began firing attacks at the invisible force field, riddling it with lights triggered from hitting it. Despite the hundred attacks that were dished out, none got close enough. After a couple minutes of trying, they put down their weapons, seeing their attempts were futile at the moment. The water monster backed away from Merlina.

"Welp, I do believe we are fucked." The Warlock said.

Merlina rose. "Now, my turn."


-... Japan time was the best time. There's nothing quite like the feeling of staying up until 3 AM, waiting for a big announcement because Ike got announced, then having to wait another hour for whatever reason, and then finding out you stayed up half the night waiting for FUCKING KNUCKLE JOE. Anyway, story.-

I casually walked out of the tower, with the sword sheathed. A red eyed knight charged me. I punched his face in, literally. The helmet indented around my fist and he flew past his two giant knight buddies and toward a wall, his dragging feet creating sparks along the way. I walked over to his friends, who were raising their giant cleavers, and grabbed one of their feet. I hoisted it over my shoulder and slammed him against his friend. They both crushed each other, and as I let go, the floor began to crack.

Another cube of god damn enemies spawned. This time, they were tightly packed and had huge, thick shields.

I charged, my fist reared back.

When I got there, I stopped punched.

I had opened a tunnel in the giant cube of those-who-I-can't-think-of-a-name-I-didn't-already-use. Everyone next to or on top of the poor zombified soldier I punched flew back, and this went on for several rows. Meanwhile the zombified soldier had flown a slightly upward arch, clearing the rest of the way.

I charged through, and when I was finished, I turned around to watch them all fall. Deciding I wanted to have some fun, I began to walk back.

"~It goes down the same as the thousand before, no one's getting smarter, no one's learning the score.~" I had quietly sung to himself. -Because I'm at the level cap right now. You can't get much better than this without hacks.-

I jumped into the pile of enemies, ready to tear them to pieces.

-Cue Benny Hill theme, read in tune with the song.-

Limbs and pieces armor flew across the room as I ripped and tore them individually. I smashed them with their own shields, decapitated them with their own swords, swung them around with their own bows, the like. I was on a rampage. Some tried to run away, I took some time to hop out, grab them all, and then slam them back into the pile. There was a constant cloud of smoke and dust clouding the battle zone, and there was at least one spark in the air at a time. When I was finally finished, the area where the fight took place had very low visibility due to all of the purple smoke.

-Cut Benny Hill theme.-

Satisfied with my new found strength, I began to run toward the center of the keep. A dozen failed attacks later, and I was in a balcony high above the throne room. I looked down at White Death, which was now just walking in with my knights up front. One of the hawk eyed archers looked back up, and I desperately hand signaled him to not do so. Thankfully, he did. Merlina didn't seem to notice, as it could easily be passed off as him looking at the amazing (lack of) decor along the walls and floating pillar pieces.

With a sigh of relief, I grabbed onto the railing, and began to climb down the wall, so I was directly behind Merlina.

I began to listen intently as I climbed down with oh so delicate care.

"So, you are the force trying to overthrow me...?" Merlina asked calmly.

"Yes!" Bors boomed, assuming control of White Death. "You are bringing nothing but hell upon us!"

I put a foot on top of the throne decoration.

"The hell Sonic fought against!" Shouted an archer from the crowd.

"The hell we fought against!" Gawain added.

"You all know nothing of what is to become of this world." Merlina said bluntly. "If you return to your homes, I will ensure you with your lives."

I began to guess if jumping down on her bubble shaped force field would make any noise. It was mostly air and magic, but when I attacked it with Caliburn the first time, it made loud clang noises, and I'm wearing metal boots now. -I'll take this time to let you all in on a cool fact: If you weigh down your body parts with weighted stuff, the moment you take it off, you'll get EXTRA FAST muscles, because your body got used to doing what you can normally do with the extra weight you had on? Granted it's only like ten seconds and it can fuck your body up so I don't recommend doing it just for that. The more you know!-

Then I saw someone coming out of the crowd. Looked like a magician of a sort. Like, hobo-magician.

"And have them taken by those you've cornered us with?" He cried as he made his way to the front line."I'll shrink your head and hang it from my door!"

He rose his staff, and stuff started to happen. After a bunch of stuff I believe you already have read, the entirety of White Death was attacking Merlina's force field, trying to break it. The Scabbard really IS powerful- the force field wouldn't break at all.

The army stopped attacking, seeing it wouldn't work right then. Chaos had backed off.

"Welp, I do believe we are fucked." The Warlock said in a call-it-a-day tone.

Merlina rose. I don't think she could attack from behind the force field, as she does that weird blue fire thing.

I jumped.

"Now, my turn."

My metal boots slammed onto the marble floor, and I shouted behind Merlina as the crowd cheered in front of her.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!"