Blooming Poppies

by FetusFluid69

[SEQUEL TO MY OTHER FIC CALLED 'STAR VS THE ALLIED FORCES'] Royal secrets, a new helpful ally, the will of the people, and an industrial revolution. This isn't the Mewni you know. Good thing Marco, a new player on the royal scene, sees the corruption. But an outside force is gonna force him to go astray. Can Marco save Mewni and his new girlfriend Star? (Major Character Death)

25. Get pwned you mewnian newbs

Ch 23: Pyrrhic Victory

They were arranged in a line, Mewnian soldiers menacingly brandished their swords at them to deter any thoughts of rebellion. One man paced up and down the line, inspecting them. Turning looked straight ahead, just because he was taken prisoner now doesn't mean he can't serve his nation further. He just needed the right moment to strike.

The man paused in front of one of Turning's friends. The man began to speak.

"Ist das alles? Nur 40 Leute?" (Is this it? Only 40 people?) The man said "Wo ist der Rest?" (Where is the rest?)

Turning took in a sharp breath. He may know how to serve his country more by delaying the Mewnians.

The man pulled out a sword and made it rest on the soldier's shoulder. "Wenn Sie mir nicht sagen, wo der Rest von ihnen ist, fällt ihm der Kopf ab" (If you do not tell where the rest of them are, his head comes off) He looked up and down the line for reactions.

"Eins," (One,)

"Zwei" (Two)

The man took one last look at every one. Not even the man he was threatening to kill reacted. He lifted the sword.

"DRE-" (THRE-)

"Warum fragst du mich nicht, dass du Mewnian fickst?" (Why don't you ask me you Mewnian fuck?) Turning said.

The man, taken aback by Turning's understanding of German, walked to him. "Wo ist der Rest von dir?" (Where are the rest of you?) He said, agitated and menacing.

Turning looked him in the eye and, from the back recesses of his mind, recalled middle school Mewnian. He whispered, "The entire Mewnian army was held back by forty people. A little embarrassing, yes?" Then Turning laughed in his face, then punched the man in the face.

The man took a second to realign his senses, then he shouted at the guards "Beat this one good!" Then he whispered to himself, "Should have never tried that 'scary doesn't care if you can understand him' style"

Though in their situation any normal man would be trembling, they were not men. They were boars. Ten men would have to fall before they would, and it looks like they haven't fallen yet. These were the Nation's pride. That nation, the nation of Miles, had many more in stock.

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