Shout outs! Hmm, I'm getting a whole new fanclub with this story!
Quill of Molliemon: Glad you like it! I checked your bio, looks like you
have some cool stories yourself. I love Kurtty fics! Pies, yum! ^__^
Anyone wondering about Sir Nanean? His history for this fic is thus: He is a knight who was imprisoned by some creeps ( other knights) and he has to fight in the princess' tournament if he wants his freedom. K? On with the fic!
Disclaimer: I own Nanean, Timothy, and Jennifer, but not the X-Men.
Swords Gentlemen
The knights all took a breather before assembling for the final event; sword fighting. The winner of this event word fight the winners of the previous events to determine the winner of the prize.
The first up were Sir Timothy versus Sir Toad. Powers were allowed, and both knights took full advantage of this rule.
Sir Timothy turned into a giant at once and chased the bewildered Sir Toad around the field for several minutes before Sir Toad collapsed in a heap, praying for his fellows to save him from the monster. Sir Timothy laughed and morphed back into his usual form, just as Sir Toad leapt at him.
"Foul play sir!" the announcer growled, disqualifying the cheating knight.
Next up were Sir Bobby and Sir Pyro. Swords were abandoned and powers were in full swing as the contestants stepped out onto the field. Sir Bobby threw ice balls at his opponent whilst Sir Pyro manipulated fire from a nearby torch to melt the offending missiles. This fight lasted for a few more minutes until the herald got bored and disqualified them both.
There was much quarreling on both sides, and it was finally concluded that Princess Kitty had announced that she was: "Like, tired of seeing them freezing and melting each other for like, ever."
Sir Gambit and Sir Roberto faced off next. Sir Roberto soaked up his solar energy and charged at his foe, and Sir Gambit charged up his sword and struck at the approaching knight. The two battled fiercely, until Sir Robetro collapsed on the ground, praying for mercy.
Sir Fred and Sir Scott stepped onto the field.
"Lady Jean is mine!" Sir Fred bellowed and he charged at his smaller adversary.
Sir Scott rolled his eyes and lifted his ruby visor, blasting his opponent backwards and out of consciousness.
"She's mine," he growled, as he stepped away from the field. Eleven strong men dragged the unconscious Sir Fred off of the field after him.
Sir Pietro sped up to the field, his sword in hand, and he stood waiting for his arch foe Sir Evan to approach him. Sir Evan sprouted bone spikes and stood waiting for Sir Pietro to approach him. The speedy knight rolled his eyes and, quick as a wink, raced over and knocked his foe unconscious. Again, a knight was dragged off of the field behind the victor.
The next match was between the winner of the piefight, Sir Nanean, and Lord Magneto's lackey (had to say that ), Sir Piotr. The colossal (had to say that too ) knight summoned up his indestructible metal armor as the other knight gripped his sword tightly. The smaller knight let out a fierce yell and charged, sparks flying as his sword connected with his opponent's mutant armor. Sir Piotr smirked and backhanded Sir Nanean across the field, claiming the victor of that match.
Sir Ray and Sir Edgar, the knight who lost the first jousting match, walked out to the field. Sir Ray threw an energy ball at his foe, causing the human to duck. Sir Ray seized this chance and knocked his opponent to the ground. Sir Edgar jumped up immediately and struck a blow to Sir Ray's shin armor. The mutant knight cackled and knocked Sir Edgar on the back of the head with his sword hilt. "He fought well!" Sir Ray shouted as Sir Edgar's servants came to carry their master off of the field.
Sir Lance strode out to the field, his sword swung over his shoulder and stopped in the center of the field to await his foe. A bamf and a small cloud of sulfur summoned Lord Kurt, his sword drawn and ready.
Author's Note: This is the fight that I'm going to write much about hehe! Oh! And I don't think any normal humans wanted to enter this event, besides Sir Nanean and Sir Edgar. Dumb fools.
Sir Lance rolled his eyes heavenward and the ground underneath them shook. Lord Kurt swayed to keep his balance then charged at the other mutant. The charge caused Sir Lance to put up his sword hastely, just barely deflecting Lord Kurt's blow. The blue mutant swung again almost immediately, his sword meeting Sir Lance across the breastplate, knocking the knight backward. Sir Lance recovered quickly and put his guard back up as Lord Kurt swung at him again. And again. Sir Lance barely had time to use his powers and knock the blue mutant down before he struck again. Sir Lance ran down the field to distance himself from the other knight, forgetting his foe's powers of teleportion.
Lord Kurt smiled as he appeared beside Sir Lance, giving the other knight a moment to catch his breath. The second he'd done so, Lord Kurt swung mightily at his opponent's neck. Sir Lance put his sword back up just in time to deflect the blow, then sank to his knees in surrender.
The winners of the previous matches were set up again to fight each other, and in the end, the victor was Lord Kurt.
The blue mutant held out his hand and soaked in the praises from the admiring audience. Then he strode back to his pavilion to cool off.
There's still one more contest! The winners of all the previous events, jousting, sword, archery and piefighting, will all have to compete against each other. What do you guys think the final event should be? I'm going to wait a bit so I can hear everyone's suggestions. OK?
Anyone wondering about Sir Nanean? His history for this fic is thus: He is a knight who was imprisoned by some creeps ( other knights) and he has to fight in the princess' tournament if he wants his freedom. K? On with the fic!
Disclaimer: I own Nanean, Timothy, and Jennifer, but not the X-Men.
Swords Gentlemen
The knights all took a breather before assembling for the final event; sword fighting. The winner of this event word fight the winners of the previous events to determine the winner of the prize.
The first up were Sir Timothy versus Sir Toad. Powers were allowed, and both knights took full advantage of this rule.
Sir Timothy turned into a giant at once and chased the bewildered Sir Toad around the field for several minutes before Sir Toad collapsed in a heap, praying for his fellows to save him from the monster. Sir Timothy laughed and morphed back into his usual form, just as Sir Toad leapt at him.
"Foul play sir!" the announcer growled, disqualifying the cheating knight.
Next up were Sir Bobby and Sir Pyro. Swords were abandoned and powers were in full swing as the contestants stepped out onto the field. Sir Bobby threw ice balls at his opponent whilst Sir Pyro manipulated fire from a nearby torch to melt the offending missiles. This fight lasted for a few more minutes until the herald got bored and disqualified them both.
There was much quarreling on both sides, and it was finally concluded that Princess Kitty had announced that she was: "Like, tired of seeing them freezing and melting each other for like, ever."
Sir Gambit and Sir Roberto faced off next. Sir Roberto soaked up his solar energy and charged at his foe, and Sir Gambit charged up his sword and struck at the approaching knight. The two battled fiercely, until Sir Robetro collapsed on the ground, praying for mercy.
Sir Fred and Sir Scott stepped onto the field.
"Lady Jean is mine!" Sir Fred bellowed and he charged at his smaller adversary.
Sir Scott rolled his eyes and lifted his ruby visor, blasting his opponent backwards and out of consciousness.
"She's mine," he growled, as he stepped away from the field. Eleven strong men dragged the unconscious Sir Fred off of the field after him.
Sir Pietro sped up to the field, his sword in hand, and he stood waiting for his arch foe Sir Evan to approach him. Sir Evan sprouted bone spikes and stood waiting for Sir Pietro to approach him. The speedy knight rolled his eyes and, quick as a wink, raced over and knocked his foe unconscious. Again, a knight was dragged off of the field behind the victor.
The next match was between the winner of the piefight, Sir Nanean, and Lord Magneto's lackey (had to say that ), Sir Piotr. The colossal (had to say that too ) knight summoned up his indestructible metal armor as the other knight gripped his sword tightly. The smaller knight let out a fierce yell and charged, sparks flying as his sword connected with his opponent's mutant armor. Sir Piotr smirked and backhanded Sir Nanean across the field, claiming the victor of that match.
Sir Ray and Sir Edgar, the knight who lost the first jousting match, walked out to the field. Sir Ray threw an energy ball at his foe, causing the human to duck. Sir Ray seized this chance and knocked his opponent to the ground. Sir Edgar jumped up immediately and struck a blow to Sir Ray's shin armor. The mutant knight cackled and knocked Sir Edgar on the back of the head with his sword hilt. "He fought well!" Sir Ray shouted as Sir Edgar's servants came to carry their master off of the field.
Sir Lance strode out to the field, his sword swung over his shoulder and stopped in the center of the field to await his foe. A bamf and a small cloud of sulfur summoned Lord Kurt, his sword drawn and ready.
Author's Note: This is the fight that I'm going to write much about hehe! Oh! And I don't think any normal humans wanted to enter this event, besides Sir Nanean and Sir Edgar. Dumb fools.
Sir Lance rolled his eyes heavenward and the ground underneath them shook. Lord Kurt swayed to keep his balance then charged at the other mutant. The charge caused Sir Lance to put up his sword hastely, just barely deflecting Lord Kurt's blow. The blue mutant swung again almost immediately, his sword meeting Sir Lance across the breastplate, knocking the knight backward. Sir Lance recovered quickly and put his guard back up as Lord Kurt swung at him again. And again. Sir Lance barely had time to use his powers and knock the blue mutant down before he struck again. Sir Lance ran down the field to distance himself from the other knight, forgetting his foe's powers of teleportion.
Lord Kurt smiled as he appeared beside Sir Lance, giving the other knight a moment to catch his breath. The second he'd done so, Lord Kurt swung mightily at his opponent's neck. Sir Lance put his sword back up just in time to deflect the blow, then sank to his knees in surrender.
The winners of the previous matches were set up again to fight each other, and in the end, the victor was Lord Kurt.
The blue mutant held out his hand and soaked in the praises from the admiring audience. Then he strode back to his pavilion to cool off.
There's still one more contest! The winners of all the previous events, jousting, sword, archery and piefighting, will all have to compete against each other. What do you guys think the final event should be? I'm going to wait a bit so I can hear everyone's suggestions. OK?