The preps looked at each other. None of them had been expecting this (the idiots). None of them had any weapons, or actual experience in killing people. Their preppiness was not in going to help them now. Xelkitti smiled at their obvious discomfort. "Oh, don't worry," she said in a reassuring fashion that just made the preps more edgy, "You guys get weapons too!" There were more bright lights and the crazy dance pad floor dissappeared. Replacing it was that crazy kung fu place from Matrix where Neo and Morpheus beat the crap out of each other. The only variation was that it was about twice as large and there was an arsenal of weapons lining one wall. There were whips, ninja stars, steel-edged cards, daggers, dirks, longswords, broadswords, ninja swords, sabers, machetes, spears, nunchucks, etc. Just about every kind of sharp pointy object from around the globe was displayed in abundance. And there were poking sticks. Lots of poking sticks. They came in every length, colour, and style imaginable. The preps looked at each other. Yeah, they got weapons, but how the heck did they USE them?! Xelkitti and Verath stood facing them, looking quite pleased. Both of them were now clad in baggy black robe-like clothes. Xelkitti was also swathed in numerous belts that held knives, dirks, daggers, ninja stars, and one longsword. Verath wore only one belt and that held a whip and many decks of throwing cards, edged in jagged iron. And of course, both of them sported a great deal of sporknfs. "Hurry up, choose your weapons," said Verath, eager to get to the good part. The preps nervously looked at the gleaming wall of weapons, the sharp edges glittered in the laternlight, inviting them to pick them up. "Chop chop," said Xelkitti, "We haven't all day!" The preps reluctantly strode over to the weapons and chose a few. Then, feeling slightly more confident now that they were armed, they walked to the center of the arena and faced their enemies. On cue, both parties got into fighting stances, the preps less coordinated than the unpreps. "On the count of three, we start," said Verath, smiling menacingly. "One..." "Two..." said Xelkitti. "THREE!" they shouted in unison.