Author's Note: This is the chapter where personalities REALLY get
exaggerated. Since Lent is over, I can now officially curse again.
Prepare your virgin ears....
Disclaimer: Yes you guessed it...I don't own LoD
Chapter 9: The (Almost a) Hero Competition
(We came tearing into Santor's office, where Ania still lay breathing heavily.)
Wesley: Dr Santor!! We found it..*huff huff* we found it....
Santor: You found the Dragoni Plant!?
Wesley: No, but this is better!
(He set the Dragoon Spirit on Ania's stomach and then started to look for his Spirit, so that the two combined powers could heal her; however, as he was doing so, the Spirit on Ania's stomach began to glow....)
All: !?
Melvin: You mean...SHE'S a Dragoon too!?
Me: {This is either one BIG coincedence, or fate is bringing us together again....}
Ania: *sitting up* What...what's this...?*Spirit glows brighter, filling the whole room with white light*
Wesley: I guess Ania's the new White Silver Dragoon.
Ania: You mean....I have magic too!? YAY!!!
[Only healing magic tho, you don't have any attacking magic until level 2]
Santor: Can you put that away, you're gunna blind me
Ania: Sorry. *Pockets the Spirit*
Santor: You three risked a lot to save this girl....you know, you guys might be the perfect candidates for the Hero Competition.
All: What's that?
Santor: The strongest men on the continent come to Lohan to compete every year against each other in the battle arena to decide who deserves the title of Strongest Man in the World!!
Melvin: Is there a cash prize in this too?
Santor: No. It's all about the glory.
All: Dammit
Santor: You guys should join anyways
Me: *aside to Wesley, Ania, and Melvin* I think we hafta enter the competition -- ya know, so that we can beat the game and get outta here.
Wesley, Ania, and Melvin: oooookay....
Wesley: Well, I guess we're off, but what do we owe you?
Me: Stupid, we almost got off with free medical service!
Santor: Nothing at all....just witnessing a miracle is all the pay I need
All: *whew*
(We went to the Arena [but after buying a Body and Mind Purifier -- trust me on this one, you're gunna need them] and signed up for the competition with the attendant, a sweet girl named Ginger)
Ginger: Welcome daredevils and adventurers to the Hero Competition! A warning of caution to all cowards, sissies, and those with cold feet: do not enter, for you will NOT survive. Why hello, good citizens of Serdio! How many of you brave young people are going to sign up for the Hero Competition?
Wesley: Of course, I am
Ginger: Name?
Wesley: Wesley, from Seles....c'mon Melvin, you gunna sign up?
Melvin: I can't. I'm a knight of Basil so I'm ineligible to enter competitions such as these.
Wesley: Oh...Tina? How bout you?
Me: As much as I would love to smack these little boys around, I can't. I have a feeling this backwards medievel society would not permit me to enter.
Ania: Psh. Men. Anyways, go on Wesley we'll watch you from the stands.
Melvin: And don't embarass yourself in front of Ania *snigger*
Wesley: Shut up.
Melvin: *whispers to Wesley* And don't use your Dragoon Spirit either, we don't wanna create a big scene
Wesley: OK
Ginger: Okay then Wesley from Seles, just go into the waiting room and prepare for your first battle!
(Wesley desended down the stairs into the waiting room. Once he entered, he discovered a little pre-game spat)
Warrior: You wanna say that again, old man!?
???: Old man...but I'm only sixteen!
Warrior: That's it you've pissed me off for the last time!
(The warrior charged at the "old man," weapon drawn, but the teen gave him a strong punch to the gut, knocking him flat on the ground. My my, aren't these boys restless.)
???: That'll teach you, you little SOB
Wesley: Timoty!
Timoty: Wesley! Wassup man, how goes your journey?
Wesley: Well, I still haven't found the Black Monster...I've been a little side-tracted...how bout you, didcha find your daughter yet?
[True, true Timoty (the same one from the prologue) is only sixteen but because of our current situation we're gunna pretend like he has a grown daughter who ran away twenty years ago and while Timoty searched for her, he met Wesley on his search for the Black Monster]
Timoty: Alas, I haven't found Claire either.
Wesley: That sucks. So, you in the competition too?
Timoty: Yeah I got bored with searching for Claire.
Wesley: Yeah I got my friends up there cheering me on
Timoty: Wesley the lone wolf, with friends?
Wesley: Yeah, I guess...
(I can't think of anymore funny or witty dialogue at the moment, so this is a perfect time for Ginger to enter)
Ginger: Alright, settle down gents! We're bout ready to start the first match!
Timoty: I guess I'll see you in the ring
Wesley: Yup.
(All the other contestants leave the room [including the one that Timoty knocked out] and a different attendant magically appears in the doorway to the arena.)
Attendant: Are you ready for your first match?
Wesley: Yeah, let's get this over with.
Attendant: Your first time, huh? I know it can be a little scary, but don't worry! It's unlikely that someone dies in their first match...hahaha...
Wesley: {What is with this guy?}
Attendant: Geez don't take me so seriously. Good luck now.
(And Wesley's first battle comences vs some guy who's name I don't remember. Oh well)
Other dude: Eat this! *Uses Poison Needle on Wesley*
Wesley: Poison! This is foul play!
Other dude: Hey, winning is winning.
[I told ya you needed the Body Purifier]
(And Wesley attacks, and so does the other dude and it basically continues this pattern until the other dude is in red and he gives up)
Other dude: It cannot be!
Wesley: *victory dance*
(Wesley waves to the cheering crowd and returns to the waiting room with that annoying attendant blocking the doorway once again)
Wesley: No experience, no gold, no items...whadda crock!
Attendant: That was a great victory over [insert name here]!
Wesley: It was nothing...
Attendant: You ready for your next match?
Wesley: Yeah
Attendant: But this guy is tough too! So good luck and be careful!
Wesley: riiiight
(The next guy Wesley faces is clothed in the traditional medievel armor, worn by the knights of feudal western Europe long long ago [think Monty Python and the Holy Grail]. He really wasn't that tough. He really only heals himself. The attendant lies!)
Other dude: Argh! Too powerful!
Wesley: *victory dance*
(Once again, Wesley waves to the crowd and goes back to the waiting room and...grr...that damn attendant)
Attendant: Another great victory! Your skills, your presence! I am becoming one of your biggest fans!
Wesley: Uh...thank you...?
Attendant: Now this next competor is a really big guy [I can't remember his name either], but I'm sure you'll beat him easy.
Wesley: That's how it's been for the past two battles...
(The attendant wasn't lying this time, this next guy was HUGE. And he moved really slow too, it takes like 5 minutes for him to get close enough for him to attack you.)
Wesley: *yawn*
Other dude: *smack*
(Then when he gets to about yellow, then he drops his weapon and defends himself with his hands)
Other dude: Bring it!
(If you attack him when he does this, he hurts you. I think. But guarding is good.)
Wesley: *guard*
(Finally you can attack him and his health goes down to red and Wesley has won the battle)
Other dude: Unbelievable!
Wesley: *victory dance*
(More waving and more of the attendant)
Attendant: Wow! You've gotten yourself into the semi-finals!
Wesley: That's good, right?
Attendant: Of course it is! You're opponent is last year's runner-up Atlow [hey! I actually remember his name!] He may have lost, but he is still a tough competor! A deep breath...
Wesley: *raised eyebrow*
Attendant: ...maybe isn't necessary. Good luck!
Wesley: {Dork}
(So begins the battle vs Atlow, a really tall long-haired archer, kinda like Orlando Bloom as Legolas cept not as sexy)
Wesley: Bow and arrows? I can deal with bow and arrows.
(Atlow prepares to strike, and we see 5 sensor points that he hits on Wesley. First, the face. Then Atlow shouts)
Atlow: Next!
Wesley: What, you wanted me to take a number?
(Second, the chest; third the inner thigh -- )
Wesley: Hey, buddy! Cutting it pretty close there!
(Fourth, the knees -- )
Wesley: Cheap shot.
(And lastly the feet. Sometimes, if you don't kill him off quick enough, he does his special attack where Atlow throws apples or tomatoes or some kind of red fruit in the air, fires 5 arrows at a time that strike all 5 of Wesley's sensor points as well as nailing the fruit. The result -- not only does it do damage but it frightens Wesley)
[Told ya you need the Mind Purifier]
(And so you use it, Wesley attacks some more and Atlow loses)
Atlow: Such power...
Wesley: *victory dance*
(Wave, and back the waiting room)
Wesley: {Where's that damn attendant...?} Timoty!
Timoty: Hey Wesley.
Wesley: Don't go easy on me in the finals now...
Timoty: I..lost
Wesley: What?!
Timoty: Yeah! To a blond swordsman named Jimbo...my god, you shoulda seen him! He was just too fast for me...
Wesley: Jimbo?
Timoty: Speak of the devil...
*Enter the platinum-haired Jimbo, wearing black armor and wielding a long sword*
Wesley: *growl* Jimbo...
Jimbo: *looking in a mirror* What the hell did you do to my hair?! *Notices Wesley* You!
[Uh oh...I sense aminosty]
Jimbo: *smirk, then leaves for the arena*
Wesley: {this'll be great....oh shit}
(Where did he come from!?)
Attendant: OMG....you're in the finals, and you even beat Atlow, last year's runner up! Can I be the father of your children?
Wesley: - _ -; *runs away...very fast*
Attendant: Call me!
~ ~ ~
(Meanwhile, up in the stands...)
Ania: *yawn* I thought this was supposed to be exciting...
Melvin: Ya, so far Wesley's just been kicking everyone's ass!
Me: That's gotta tell you something bout the amount of talent in this arena...oh shit!
Ania and Melvin: What?
Me: Ania, look at Wesley's opponent!
Ania: Oh shit.
Melvin: What am I missing?
Me: You remember when me and Wesley went out last month? Well, when we were dating, Wesley met Jimbo done there and, well...let's just say I'm the reason they don't like each other very much....
Melvin: What did you do?
Ania: Dumbass! They both liked her at the same time!!
Melvin: Oh....this should be good then...
(Back to the action)
Wesley: You gunna pay, you little bitch!
Jimbo: For what?
Wesley: For trying to steal my girlfriend from me!
Jimbo: She's not your girlfriend anymore....
Wesley: It's...the prinicpal of the matter!
Jimbo: Dumbass, you probably don't even know what that implies
Wesley: I -- don't -- like -- being -- called -- dumb!
[Alright, alright, frankly -- if Wesley and Jimbo saw each other on the streets today, I don't think they would remember each other much less give a damn about what happened last summer. Maybe I just wrote that dialogue to make myself feel loved and wanted ^_^ (plus they don't read this shit)]
(Wesley charges at Jimbo, but Jimbo dodges the blow at unhumanly speeds)
Wesley: What the!?
Jimbo: You missed.
Wesley: No shit, Sherlock!
(Wesley tried and, with great frustration on his part, failed to even make a stratch on Jimbo. He then figured out that guarding was the best way to go, since Jimbo can still attack him -- with a special attack my sister and I like to call *drumroll*)
THE LLOYD SMACKDOWN
All video game characters: You two are freaks.
[Don't upset the Almighty Author and her Almighty Sister]
*Ligthning strikes*
All: Sorry.
(Anyways....)
Wesley: His speed...it's -- it's humanly impossible!!! Crap, that means I lost, doesn't it?
[Yup]
Me, Ania, and Melvin: He lost!?
Ginger: In first place, Jimbo! The Strongest Man in the World! In second place, Wesley! In third place, Timoty!
~ ~ ~
(Back in the waiting room, me, Ania, and Melvin went to comfort the loser)
Ania: Wesley, that was a well-fought battle
Melvin: No it wasn't, you got your ass beat!!
Me: *punches Melvin* Show a little sensitivity, will ya!?
Melvin: Ow! Sorry.
Wesley: It's okay...o yeah, this is Master Timoty, Head of the Rouge School of Martial Arts. I met him on my journey to pursue the Black Monster, while he was pursing his daughter.
Me, Ania, and Melvin: Master...daughter....?
Timoty: Don't ask.
Wesley: Yeah....o great, just what I need.
Timoty: Is it that attendant? Cuz he scares me...he was hitting on me earlier...
Wesley: Me too, but no.
Jimbo: *smirk* Why, hello Tina. You are looking beautiful today
Me: *blushes*
All other guys: *gag*
Jimbo: I'll be seeing all of you later. *Exits*
Melvin: I wonder what he meant by that...
(Now we are above ground, in the carnival area of the Arena. This is the part where Dart/Wesley and Shana/Ania play stupid games which I can never beat [cept the one where you throw the balls at the monsters, but that's the only one that doesn't give prizes] while the rest sit around and do nothing.)
Me: How boring! C'mon guys, let's go have our own fun.
Melvin and Hashel: Yes ma'am!
*I exit, with a guy on each arm*
Ania: Ho
(Yeah then Lavitz/Melvin talks to Dart/Wesley bout Shana/Ania, and then they promise to have a drink together after the war ends. But I'm not gunna bother with that. Plus this chapter is getting too long as it is...)
(So we say goodbye to Timoty...)
All: Goodbye, Timoty!
[*Smacks forehead* Thanks guys]
All: You're welcome!
(Anyway, we are about to leave this crazy town of Lohan when in staggers a bloody knight, with arrows protuding from his back)
Knight: Sir Melvin!
Melvin: {omg} What happened!?
Knight: Bale...attacked...we, tried to fend them off but...they were too strong....
Melvin: But, we killed the Dragon!
Knight: They...took...King Boberto...to Hellena....*dies*
Melvin: King Boberto!! I'm coming to save you!!
Wesley: Melvin, wait!
(Then, out of nowhere, Timoty flips over Melvin's head, blocks his passageway out of the town, and punches Melvin in the gut, knocking him out.)
Timoty: Tsk, tsk. No pacience.
~ ~ ~
(Back in Santor's office -- same scene as in Chapter 8 cept Melvin and Ania traded places and we added Timoty.)
Santor: I thought I got rid of you all...maybe I shoulda charged you...
Me: Shut up, you quack.
Doctors of Endiness: *cheers*
Melvin: *awakens* ...? Why the hell didcha do that, Timoty?
Timoty: Cuz if the knight goes crazy then his lord cannot be saved.
Melvin: Whatever. We gotta get to Hellena!!
Wesley: Don't you think we know that!?
Ania: *groan* Hellena again!?
Wesley: Yes. And this time it's to save a king and possibly end a war!
Me: Don't be jumping the gun there, tiger.
Wesley: Must you always insult me?
Me: Yes.
Wesley: um...okay...Timoty, are you going to join the rescue party?
Timoty: Sure. This might be good for me, doing something noble and all...
Melvin: Alright! We're gunna go save the king!! Hey, where's my music!?
[Cue Inspirational Self-Discovery Music!]
*Inspirational Self-Discovery Music play*
Wesley: Bastard, that's my music!
Me: Why are we standing here arguing about music?! Damn y'all bigger dumbasses than I thought. *Exits*
All: *shrugs shoulders, then exit*
Santor: Weirdos.
Disclaimer: Yes you guessed it...I don't own LoD
Chapter 9: The (Almost a) Hero Competition
(We came tearing into Santor's office, where Ania still lay breathing heavily.)
Wesley: Dr Santor!! We found it..*huff huff* we found it....
Santor: You found the Dragoni Plant!?
Wesley: No, but this is better!
(He set the Dragoon Spirit on Ania's stomach and then started to look for his Spirit, so that the two combined powers could heal her; however, as he was doing so, the Spirit on Ania's stomach began to glow....)
All: !?
Melvin: You mean...SHE'S a Dragoon too!?
Me: {This is either one BIG coincedence, or fate is bringing us together again....}
Ania: *sitting up* What...what's this...?*Spirit glows brighter, filling the whole room with white light*
Wesley: I guess Ania's the new White Silver Dragoon.
Ania: You mean....I have magic too!? YAY!!!
[Only healing magic tho, you don't have any attacking magic until level 2]
Santor: Can you put that away, you're gunna blind me
Ania: Sorry. *Pockets the Spirit*
Santor: You three risked a lot to save this girl....you know, you guys might be the perfect candidates for the Hero Competition.
All: What's that?
Santor: The strongest men on the continent come to Lohan to compete every year against each other in the battle arena to decide who deserves the title of Strongest Man in the World!!
Melvin: Is there a cash prize in this too?
Santor: No. It's all about the glory.
All: Dammit
Santor: You guys should join anyways
Me: *aside to Wesley, Ania, and Melvin* I think we hafta enter the competition -- ya know, so that we can beat the game and get outta here.
Wesley, Ania, and Melvin: oooookay....
Wesley: Well, I guess we're off, but what do we owe you?
Me: Stupid, we almost got off with free medical service!
Santor: Nothing at all....just witnessing a miracle is all the pay I need
All: *whew*
(We went to the Arena [but after buying a Body and Mind Purifier -- trust me on this one, you're gunna need them] and signed up for the competition with the attendant, a sweet girl named Ginger)
Ginger: Welcome daredevils and adventurers to the Hero Competition! A warning of caution to all cowards, sissies, and those with cold feet: do not enter, for you will NOT survive. Why hello, good citizens of Serdio! How many of you brave young people are going to sign up for the Hero Competition?
Wesley: Of course, I am
Ginger: Name?
Wesley: Wesley, from Seles....c'mon Melvin, you gunna sign up?
Melvin: I can't. I'm a knight of Basil so I'm ineligible to enter competitions such as these.
Wesley: Oh...Tina? How bout you?
Me: As much as I would love to smack these little boys around, I can't. I have a feeling this backwards medievel society would not permit me to enter.
Ania: Psh. Men. Anyways, go on Wesley we'll watch you from the stands.
Melvin: And don't embarass yourself in front of Ania *snigger*
Wesley: Shut up.
Melvin: *whispers to Wesley* And don't use your Dragoon Spirit either, we don't wanna create a big scene
Wesley: OK
Ginger: Okay then Wesley from Seles, just go into the waiting room and prepare for your first battle!
(Wesley desended down the stairs into the waiting room. Once he entered, he discovered a little pre-game spat)
Warrior: You wanna say that again, old man!?
???: Old man...but I'm only sixteen!
Warrior: That's it you've pissed me off for the last time!
(The warrior charged at the "old man," weapon drawn, but the teen gave him a strong punch to the gut, knocking him flat on the ground. My my, aren't these boys restless.)
???: That'll teach you, you little SOB
Wesley: Timoty!
Timoty: Wesley! Wassup man, how goes your journey?
Wesley: Well, I still haven't found the Black Monster...I've been a little side-tracted...how bout you, didcha find your daughter yet?
[True, true Timoty (the same one from the prologue) is only sixteen but because of our current situation we're gunna pretend like he has a grown daughter who ran away twenty years ago and while Timoty searched for her, he met Wesley on his search for the Black Monster]
Timoty: Alas, I haven't found Claire either.
Wesley: That sucks. So, you in the competition too?
Timoty: Yeah I got bored with searching for Claire.
Wesley: Yeah I got my friends up there cheering me on
Timoty: Wesley the lone wolf, with friends?
Wesley: Yeah, I guess...
(I can't think of anymore funny or witty dialogue at the moment, so this is a perfect time for Ginger to enter)
Ginger: Alright, settle down gents! We're bout ready to start the first match!
Timoty: I guess I'll see you in the ring
Wesley: Yup.
(All the other contestants leave the room [including the one that Timoty knocked out] and a different attendant magically appears in the doorway to the arena.)
Attendant: Are you ready for your first match?
Wesley: Yeah, let's get this over with.
Attendant: Your first time, huh? I know it can be a little scary, but don't worry! It's unlikely that someone dies in their first match...hahaha...
Wesley: {What is with this guy?}
Attendant: Geez don't take me so seriously. Good luck now.
(And Wesley's first battle comences vs some guy who's name I don't remember. Oh well)
Other dude: Eat this! *Uses Poison Needle on Wesley*
Wesley: Poison! This is foul play!
Other dude: Hey, winning is winning.
[I told ya you needed the Body Purifier]
(And Wesley attacks, and so does the other dude and it basically continues this pattern until the other dude is in red and he gives up)
Other dude: It cannot be!
Wesley: *victory dance*
(Wesley waves to the cheering crowd and returns to the waiting room with that annoying attendant blocking the doorway once again)
Wesley: No experience, no gold, no items...whadda crock!
Attendant: That was a great victory over [insert name here]!
Wesley: It was nothing...
Attendant: You ready for your next match?
Wesley: Yeah
Attendant: But this guy is tough too! So good luck and be careful!
Wesley: riiiight
(The next guy Wesley faces is clothed in the traditional medievel armor, worn by the knights of feudal western Europe long long ago [think Monty Python and the Holy Grail]. He really wasn't that tough. He really only heals himself. The attendant lies!)
Other dude: Argh! Too powerful!
Wesley: *victory dance*
(Once again, Wesley waves to the crowd and goes back to the waiting room and...grr...that damn attendant)
Attendant: Another great victory! Your skills, your presence! I am becoming one of your biggest fans!
Wesley: Uh...thank you...?
Attendant: Now this next competor is a really big guy [I can't remember his name either], but I'm sure you'll beat him easy.
Wesley: That's how it's been for the past two battles...
(The attendant wasn't lying this time, this next guy was HUGE. And he moved really slow too, it takes like 5 minutes for him to get close enough for him to attack you.)
Wesley: *yawn*
Other dude: *smack*
(Then when he gets to about yellow, then he drops his weapon and defends himself with his hands)
Other dude: Bring it!
(If you attack him when he does this, he hurts you. I think. But guarding is good.)
Wesley: *guard*
(Finally you can attack him and his health goes down to red and Wesley has won the battle)
Other dude: Unbelievable!
Wesley: *victory dance*
(More waving and more of the attendant)
Attendant: Wow! You've gotten yourself into the semi-finals!
Wesley: That's good, right?
Attendant: Of course it is! You're opponent is last year's runner-up Atlow [hey! I actually remember his name!] He may have lost, but he is still a tough competor! A deep breath...
Wesley: *raised eyebrow*
Attendant: ...maybe isn't necessary. Good luck!
Wesley: {Dork}
(So begins the battle vs Atlow, a really tall long-haired archer, kinda like Orlando Bloom as Legolas cept not as sexy)
Wesley: Bow and arrows? I can deal with bow and arrows.
(Atlow prepares to strike, and we see 5 sensor points that he hits on Wesley. First, the face. Then Atlow shouts)
Atlow: Next!
Wesley: What, you wanted me to take a number?
(Second, the chest; third the inner thigh -- )
Wesley: Hey, buddy! Cutting it pretty close there!
(Fourth, the knees -- )
Wesley: Cheap shot.
(And lastly the feet. Sometimes, if you don't kill him off quick enough, he does his special attack where Atlow throws apples or tomatoes or some kind of red fruit in the air, fires 5 arrows at a time that strike all 5 of Wesley's sensor points as well as nailing the fruit. The result -- not only does it do damage but it frightens Wesley)
[Told ya you need the Mind Purifier]
(And so you use it, Wesley attacks some more and Atlow loses)
Atlow: Such power...
Wesley: *victory dance*
(Wave, and back the waiting room)
Wesley: {Where's that damn attendant...?} Timoty!
Timoty: Hey Wesley.
Wesley: Don't go easy on me in the finals now...
Timoty: I..lost
Wesley: What?!
Timoty: Yeah! To a blond swordsman named Jimbo...my god, you shoulda seen him! He was just too fast for me...
Wesley: Jimbo?
Timoty: Speak of the devil...
*Enter the platinum-haired Jimbo, wearing black armor and wielding a long sword*
Wesley: *growl* Jimbo...
Jimbo: *looking in a mirror* What the hell did you do to my hair?! *Notices Wesley* You!
[Uh oh...I sense aminosty]
Jimbo: *smirk, then leaves for the arena*
Wesley: {this'll be great....oh shit}
(Where did he come from!?)
Attendant: OMG....you're in the finals, and you even beat Atlow, last year's runner up! Can I be the father of your children?
Wesley: - _ -; *runs away...very fast*
Attendant: Call me!
~ ~ ~
(Meanwhile, up in the stands...)
Ania: *yawn* I thought this was supposed to be exciting...
Melvin: Ya, so far Wesley's just been kicking everyone's ass!
Me: That's gotta tell you something bout the amount of talent in this arena...oh shit!
Ania and Melvin: What?
Me: Ania, look at Wesley's opponent!
Ania: Oh shit.
Melvin: What am I missing?
Me: You remember when me and Wesley went out last month? Well, when we were dating, Wesley met Jimbo done there and, well...let's just say I'm the reason they don't like each other very much....
Melvin: What did you do?
Ania: Dumbass! They both liked her at the same time!!
Melvin: Oh....this should be good then...
(Back to the action)
Wesley: You gunna pay, you little bitch!
Jimbo: For what?
Wesley: For trying to steal my girlfriend from me!
Jimbo: She's not your girlfriend anymore....
Wesley: It's...the prinicpal of the matter!
Jimbo: Dumbass, you probably don't even know what that implies
Wesley: I -- don't -- like -- being -- called -- dumb!
[Alright, alright, frankly -- if Wesley and Jimbo saw each other on the streets today, I don't think they would remember each other much less give a damn about what happened last summer. Maybe I just wrote that dialogue to make myself feel loved and wanted ^_^ (plus they don't read this shit)]
(Wesley charges at Jimbo, but Jimbo dodges the blow at unhumanly speeds)
Wesley: What the!?
Jimbo: You missed.
Wesley: No shit, Sherlock!
(Wesley tried and, with great frustration on his part, failed to even make a stratch on Jimbo. He then figured out that guarding was the best way to go, since Jimbo can still attack him -- with a special attack my sister and I like to call *drumroll*)
THE LLOYD SMACKDOWN
All video game characters: You two are freaks.
[Don't upset the Almighty Author and her Almighty Sister]
*Ligthning strikes*
All: Sorry.
(Anyways....)
Wesley: His speed...it's -- it's humanly impossible!!! Crap, that means I lost, doesn't it?
[Yup]
Me, Ania, and Melvin: He lost!?
Ginger: In first place, Jimbo! The Strongest Man in the World! In second place, Wesley! In third place, Timoty!
~ ~ ~
(Back in the waiting room, me, Ania, and Melvin went to comfort the loser)
Ania: Wesley, that was a well-fought battle
Melvin: No it wasn't, you got your ass beat!!
Me: *punches Melvin* Show a little sensitivity, will ya!?
Melvin: Ow! Sorry.
Wesley: It's okay...o yeah, this is Master Timoty, Head of the Rouge School of Martial Arts. I met him on my journey to pursue the Black Monster, while he was pursing his daughter.
Me, Ania, and Melvin: Master...daughter....?
Timoty: Don't ask.
Wesley: Yeah....o great, just what I need.
Timoty: Is it that attendant? Cuz he scares me...he was hitting on me earlier...
Wesley: Me too, but no.
Jimbo: *smirk* Why, hello Tina. You are looking beautiful today
Me: *blushes*
All other guys: *gag*
Jimbo: I'll be seeing all of you later. *Exits*
Melvin: I wonder what he meant by that...
(Now we are above ground, in the carnival area of the Arena. This is the part where Dart/Wesley and Shana/Ania play stupid games which I can never beat [cept the one where you throw the balls at the monsters, but that's the only one that doesn't give prizes] while the rest sit around and do nothing.)
Me: How boring! C'mon guys, let's go have our own fun.
Melvin and Hashel: Yes ma'am!
*I exit, with a guy on each arm*
Ania: Ho
(Yeah then Lavitz/Melvin talks to Dart/Wesley bout Shana/Ania, and then they promise to have a drink together after the war ends. But I'm not gunna bother with that. Plus this chapter is getting too long as it is...)
(So we say goodbye to Timoty...)
All: Goodbye, Timoty!
[*Smacks forehead* Thanks guys]
All: You're welcome!
(Anyway, we are about to leave this crazy town of Lohan when in staggers a bloody knight, with arrows protuding from his back)
Knight: Sir Melvin!
Melvin: {omg} What happened!?
Knight: Bale...attacked...we, tried to fend them off but...they were too strong....
Melvin: But, we killed the Dragon!
Knight: They...took...King Boberto...to Hellena....*dies*
Melvin: King Boberto!! I'm coming to save you!!
Wesley: Melvin, wait!
(Then, out of nowhere, Timoty flips over Melvin's head, blocks his passageway out of the town, and punches Melvin in the gut, knocking him out.)
Timoty: Tsk, tsk. No pacience.
~ ~ ~
(Back in Santor's office -- same scene as in Chapter 8 cept Melvin and Ania traded places and we added Timoty.)
Santor: I thought I got rid of you all...maybe I shoulda charged you...
Me: Shut up, you quack.
Doctors of Endiness: *cheers*
Melvin: *awakens* ...? Why the hell didcha do that, Timoty?
Timoty: Cuz if the knight goes crazy then his lord cannot be saved.
Melvin: Whatever. We gotta get to Hellena!!
Wesley: Don't you think we know that!?
Ania: *groan* Hellena again!?
Wesley: Yes. And this time it's to save a king and possibly end a war!
Me: Don't be jumping the gun there, tiger.
Wesley: Must you always insult me?
Me: Yes.
Wesley: um...okay...Timoty, are you going to join the rescue party?
Timoty: Sure. This might be good for me, doing something noble and all...
Melvin: Alright! We're gunna go save the king!! Hey, where's my music!?
[Cue Inspirational Self-Discovery Music!]
*Inspirational Self-Discovery Music play*
Wesley: Bastard, that's my music!
Me: Why are we standing here arguing about music?! Damn y'all bigger dumbasses than I thought. *Exits*
All: *shrugs shoulders, then exit*
Santor: Weirdos.