Struggling away from the witch scene, Lucius adjusted the beret and lead
Kent and Marcus into a thick forest. Marcus leaned over and whispered into
Lucius' ear.
"Now, I'll get full compensation for this, right?"
"Umm... yes." Lucius said unsurely.
Marcus nodded and got on his suit of black armor, specially fitted just for
him. Kent moved to the entrance of the forest, and got ready to arrive.
"Alright, places everyone! Wait... where's Heath? Heath! Out here, now!"
Lucius yells, quite irritated at this point. He flies off set in a tizzy,
only to find Heath feeding his wyvern some raw meat.
"HEATH! No time... get on set!" He points in the direction of the forest.
"I can't believe I have to play such a stupid character..." Heath grumbled as he plugged in some fake, crooked teeth and grabs two plastic coconuts. Running to stand behind Kent, a large pack on his back, he looks to Lucius. "Ready, then?"
Lucius began to speak. "Ye-..." He glared fiercely at Heath. "PLEASE! If there is any humanity left within you, tie up that filth you call hair!" He growled.
"Sorry, sorry..." Heath said resignedly. Geez, ever since we got our conditioners mixed up he's got some sort of grudge against me... He thought in annoyance. Tying back his hair, he sighed and stood at the ready.
"Alright, acccctiooooon!" Lucius called, feeling ever important.
Kent galloped on his "horse" to where Marcus was standing, over the body of a dead extra. Heath resentfully, but loyally clopped the coconuts together. Kent "stopped" the horse, stood in front of the black knight, and spoke.
"You have the strength of many men, good sir knight! I am Kent, King of the Lycians! Will you join my Knights of the Round Table?"
The knight stays silent. He stands still as the grave, both hands gripping his sword, which is planted firmly in the ground.
"Will you, good sir knight, join my warriors of the Round Table?" Kent repeats a bit irritated.
Still, the knight says nothing.
"You make me sad." Kent says regretfully. "Well, I must pass through, sir knight."
"None shall pass." The knight says firmly.
"To get to my homeland, I must pass!" Kent protests firmly.
"I move for no man!"
"I must pass!"
"Then die! Draw your sword."
"I have no quarrel against you, sir. But if we must..." Kent says, and draws Excalibur. The knight, careless in fighting, lunges forward. Kent parries simply, and waits for the next attack. The black knight lunges again, and the king parries again. Once more the knight runs toward Kent, and the king slices his right arm. Blood spurts from the wound, but the black knight makes no pleas of mercy.
"The battle is mine!" Kent claims victoriously.
"No! I'm still going!"
"Your arm is gone!" He protests.
"No, it isn't!"
"Yes it is! Then, what is that one the ground?"
"It's only a flesh wound!" Marcus proclaims. Kent moves closer and slices his other arm off.
"Now, the battle is mine!" Kent kneels, and begins to pray. "Dear Lord, I win-..." Suddenly, the black knight begins to kick at Kent.
"HAVE AT YOU!" He screams triumphantly. He fiercely kicks Kent, and hits his shin.
Suddenly, Kent stops and tears well up in his eyes. His lower lip begins to tremble, and he begins to wail. He rolls around in the dirt, clutching his shin, as if it were a fatal wound.
"You know I got hit there at Port Badonnnnnnnnnnnnn!" He cries.
"Dear God, Kent! I have both my beep arms cut off!" The guy with the little beeping button gives a thumbs-up to Lucius. Marcus stalks off, and Lucius just stands there, frozen. Why me? He thinks. Heath stands in the background, snickering and jeering. As if on cue, Sain comes running from far away, and tackles Heath.
"Don't you mock my l-... friend!" He says nervously, but incessantly pounds on him. What will become of the play?
"I can't believe I have to play such a stupid character..." Heath grumbled as he plugged in some fake, crooked teeth and grabs two plastic coconuts. Running to stand behind Kent, a large pack on his back, he looks to Lucius. "Ready, then?"
Lucius began to speak. "Ye-..." He glared fiercely at Heath. "PLEASE! If there is any humanity left within you, tie up that filth you call hair!" He growled.
"Sorry, sorry..." Heath said resignedly. Geez, ever since we got our conditioners mixed up he's got some sort of grudge against me... He thought in annoyance. Tying back his hair, he sighed and stood at the ready.
"Alright, acccctiooooon!" Lucius called, feeling ever important.
Kent galloped on his "horse" to where Marcus was standing, over the body of a dead extra. Heath resentfully, but loyally clopped the coconuts together. Kent "stopped" the horse, stood in front of the black knight, and spoke.
"You have the strength of many men, good sir knight! I am Kent, King of the Lycians! Will you join my Knights of the Round Table?"
The knight stays silent. He stands still as the grave, both hands gripping his sword, which is planted firmly in the ground.
"Will you, good sir knight, join my warriors of the Round Table?" Kent repeats a bit irritated.
Still, the knight says nothing.
"You make me sad." Kent says regretfully. "Well, I must pass through, sir knight."
"None shall pass." The knight says firmly.
"To get to my homeland, I must pass!" Kent protests firmly.
"I move for no man!"
"I must pass!"
"Then die! Draw your sword."
"I have no quarrel against you, sir. But if we must..." Kent says, and draws Excalibur. The knight, careless in fighting, lunges forward. Kent parries simply, and waits for the next attack. The black knight lunges again, and the king parries again. Once more the knight runs toward Kent, and the king slices his right arm. Blood spurts from the wound, but the black knight makes no pleas of mercy.
"The battle is mine!" Kent claims victoriously.
"No! I'm still going!"
"Your arm is gone!" He protests.
"No, it isn't!"
"Yes it is! Then, what is that one the ground?"
"It's only a flesh wound!" Marcus proclaims. Kent moves closer and slices his other arm off.
"Now, the battle is mine!" Kent kneels, and begins to pray. "Dear Lord, I win-..." Suddenly, the black knight begins to kick at Kent.
"HAVE AT YOU!" He screams triumphantly. He fiercely kicks Kent, and hits his shin.
Suddenly, Kent stops and tears well up in his eyes. His lower lip begins to tremble, and he begins to wail. He rolls around in the dirt, clutching his shin, as if it were a fatal wound.
"You know I got hit there at Port Badonnnnnnnnnnnnn!" He cries.
"Dear God, Kent! I have both my beep arms cut off!" The guy with the little beeping button gives a thumbs-up to Lucius. Marcus stalks off, and Lucius just stands there, frozen. Why me? He thinks. Heath stands in the background, snickering and jeering. As if on cue, Sain comes running from far away, and tackles Heath.
"Don't you mock my l-... friend!" He says nervously, but incessantly pounds on him. What will become of the play?