Ch. 4 FFTA fic

Hazard 13: Hahahahaha! Chapter 4! Victory is mine…somehow.

Nite Joe: Shut up Weso.

Hoboslayer: Will I actually appear in this fic?

Hazard 13: Maybe. Don't tell the people reading this yet.

Nite Joe: Anyway, he started another story, and he has decided that now, since he got his dad's old laptop, that he can type more chapters. I have to test my new invention.

Hazard 13: What might that be?

Nite Joe: It's an electric generator hooked up with…stuff…and other junk I found in my room. Timbo, stand over there.

Hoboslayer: OK. Wait a second…why do I have to Uuurgh! My head…and body… Alex, I am going to kill you… when I regain control of my limbs.

Hazard 13: did you make a knife launcher?

Nite Joe: Yes, why?

Hazard 13: Never mind. Since Hoboslayer, Nite Joe, and I are all muses, in this, we cannot die. Heh heh…that means we can kill Hoboslayer as much as we want. Fun.

Nite Joe: Yeah, it really is fun.

Hoboslayer (pinned to wall by knife launcher): No, it really isn't.

Hazard 13: Anyway, here goes Chapter 4. I hope it makes sense. If it doesn't then I will change it if necessary. However, I may not. (no offense to ideas, though)

Hoboslayer: Dis…clai…mer: Haz…ard 13 doe…s not own any…thing in thi…s fic, no matt…er how much he may wa…nt to…

Hazard 13: I do own many characters, though, like me and other character's names. And stuff.

As it turns out, Ezel had decided to let us (me-Wesley and Nite Joe) stay with him in his huge tent. The day before this, I had decided to start a clan, but as Ezel told me, we had best wait until the next day, for it had already been nighttime. Anyway, I woke up on the floor, with one of Ezel's cloaks as a pillow, and my armor and weapons (except for one of my pistols, which was underneath my "pillow".

"God, my back hurts." I groaned.

"Shut up. My back hurts too, but whatever." Apparently Nite Joe had woken up a minute ago. "so what should we do?" he asked. "You were gonna start a clan, weren't you? Let's get started after a little while."

"Good idea. I think we should first go and find fat boy, though."

"Yeah. I think he would be in some town attacking stuff for fun. I did that for a while, before I found you. It's really fun. Not actually killing people, but blowing stuff up with Flare and turning people into frogs. It's really fun you know."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Anyway, we should find old Hoboslayer so we can start a clan. Let's go check the town here." I said.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" asked a voice from the doorway. Ezel was standing in the doorway.

"Well, what's wrong with going into town?" I asked.

"There seems to be a crazy boy that knows bangaa moves, who is apparently wrecking Cadoan building by building. No-one can even touch him, cause he can cause really huge damage to people. He has something like two hundred judge points by now?"

I thought to myself: 'Tim, you idiot.'

"God, go away!" yelled the crazy man in black armor. It appeared that he was swinging a huge broadsword, with the name Eclipse written on the side of it. He was talking to the various people that frequented the street. I could see that they all belonged to some sort of clan. I recognized him as Hoboslayer, my friend. I said to Nite Joe and Ezel, "Let's go see what's going on."

Meanwhile, my crazy friend had decided to attack the clan. Currently, the clan had engaged Hoboslayer, and he was taking them down. A judge had appeared, and he announced, "Brass Dragoons versus… um versus-"

"Hoboslayer!" yelled the crazy boy.

"Alright then, ENGAGE!" and he whistled. With that, a paladin and two dragoons came towards Hoboslayer, expecting a swift victory, but they were wrong. As Ezel, Nite Joe, and I watched, Hoboslayer knocked over the paladin and the dragoons with a Bangaa Cry. As they covered their ears, he used a Mow Down, knocking them out of the battle. The remaining two defenders took a quick charge towards him, expecting no attack because of the effects of Mow Down. They were wrong. Hoboslayer utilized his second to favorite attack, Strikeback, blocking their attacks, and demolishing both of them. He should not have been able to do this, I knew.

As he dusted himself off, Nite Joe, Ezel, and I all came down from the rooftop we had watched Hoboslayer from, and we watched as he went into an old deserted building. I wondered what he was doing. We followed the road down about ten feet. Suddenly, a enormous yell, Bangaa Cry, came through the window of the building, breaking it and shaking our feet. Hoboslayer came hurtling at me, yelling, "Ultima Sword!"

I had almost no time to react. Since I was currently equipping one of my Outsider pistols and Concentrate as my ability, I quickly yelled "Stopshot!" as I backed away. This froze him in time, allowing all of us to regain our composure. As I waited for him to come round, I asked Nite Joe a question "What exactly did I do?"

"How should I know?" he replied. "You reacted really quick though. It was kinda cool."

I thought about what I had done, and finally, Hoboslayer caught up to his normal speed, as he ripped a huge gash into the ground. He looked all around himself and finally caught sight of us, staring at him. He yelled "Fire Swor- Wait a second. I know you people."

Hazard 13: Anyway, that concludes my fourth chapter. Hope yall liked it. I hope that I can get at least one chapter a week, but it all depends on how much time I have. I decided to have Ezel as my starting friend or whatever. I know many of you (Mako-Streak) thought that it was Montblanc, but it wasn't. I wanted my story to be more original, so yeah.

Nite Joe: Not THAT original.

Hazard 13: Whatever… what happened to Hoboslayer?

Nite Joe: I tied him up in the basement.

Hoboslayer: I got out.

Hazard 13: Good. Anyway, readers, review or ill destroy you all, and just so that you guys know, I am trying to get a chapter a week done, but I haven't been able to. Deal.

I am also starting an Advance Wars fic, so whatever.

Hoboslayer: And it's EVIL! Hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Nite Joe: Shut up, fat boy.

Hazard 13: Oh yeah, new muse coming in possibly next chapter. Someone review, at least two people please. Or I may not review.

Hoboslayer: What he means is REVIEW D- AAAARGH!

Nite Joe: Oops.