One of the griefers opened his mouth to remark.
He never finished, since Axel slung off his jacket (Jesse went flying off with it into the corner, surviving with no injury except landing a bit hard on their butt and going "oof!" in surprise) and shot forward like a bullet.
Something flicked into his hand, he slapped his hand over the griefer's mouth, and leaped out of the way, skidding briefly and straightening, eyes narrowing as he glanced back at the griefer he'd just shoved the thing into.
At least, Jesse could only he shoved the thing he was holding into the griefer's mouth, because he wasn't holding it anymore.
Jesse registered this thought a moment before the tiny popping sound, which made the griefer's eyes bug out in shock.
And then a wooden axe clocked into their head and knocked them over.
"Mevia!" (This was Harper.)
There was the sound of something going off like a firecracker, though Jesse missed it due to being a little fuzzy and wondering where the axe had come from and thus being a tiny bit preoccupied.
"You wanted them to see that?"
"Alright, Mevia, but did you really have to hit them in the face with an axe?" Isa scolded her in a hiss.
"It was only wood..."
Axel shot forward in the stunned silence and drew his fist back mid-motion, proceeding to punch another griefer in the face so hard he went straight through the brick wall of a house.
Nohr gritted her teeth. "Are y'all just gonna stand there, or are we actually going to attack?"
The griefers all gathered their resolve and raised a battle roar, charging forward.
Isa drew her sword and flicked her wrist in an expert motion.
The blade shot out longer, each section unsheathing upwards to the point where it dwarfed her height, and she cleaved it down with ease despite the blade undoubtedly heavy.
A few griefers got out of the way, but Jesse had to turn away before the blade sliced a few of the griefers in half altogether.
Mevia's axes had spun into her hand without Jesse noticing– the real ones, obviously, not the wooden training ones. Why Mevia still had that one was beyond them. She'd charged into the crowd slashing, mostly relying on her right hand and using the left to parry blows or thrown items, although she switched it up every once in a while. A demon fell almost with every motion, even with something as subtle as a jerk of the wrists.
Harper was mostly throwing redstone into griefer's eyes and skipping aside to avoid throwing any explosive items (that would probably injure everyone in the vicinity, even the other lords or Axel or lord forbid Jesse), but Axel... oh man. He was practically a whirlwind, slapping fireworks and gunpowder and thrusting a lit torch at the things to light it, catching several of them on fire or causing a miniature explosion.
(Harper had to swear and duck at one point when he almost caught her on fire.)
He gave a maniacal laugh as one griefer lunged at him with a gun. He twirled the torch, threw gunpowder into the griefer's eyes (the griefer flinched back with a screech), and then shoved the torch up the gun's barrel, twirling out another torch and lighting it the second it was in.
The gun exploded, making Axel laugh another boisterous laugh and then spin back around to deflect another attack with nothing but his flaming torch.
If Axel had been a teddy bear before, he was now an actual bear. Probably one that was on fire, too.
A few griefers shot at Jesse– clearly seeing them as the weak link.
Jesse stumbled back and proceeded to trip.
... the little white chicken they'd just tripped over squawked slightly indignantly.
Jesse looked down at it. Then up at the charging griefers.
"Excuse me, can I borrow you as a distraction?"
The chicken clucked.
Jesse decided to take this as a yes, picked it up, and threw it at the griefers.
Feathers went flying everywhere as the griefer screamed several swears enough to make a sailor blush to the tips of their ears, the other ones skidding to a stop to look at the griefer in question.
Jesse proceeded to kick one in the chest with as much force as they could manage, knocking them back into the fray and accidentally sweeping them into Isa's range. The second looked at Jesse just in time to get a foot to the face and was knocked out almost immediately.
The one who'd gotten the chicken thrown at them ripped the chicken off– just in time for Jesse to nail him in the back of the neck with a rabbit punch.
He went down immediately.
Nohr had vanished off somewhere in the middle of the mess. Literally. Several bodies were piled in the alleyways, and a few griefers were lying unconscious on the ground.
"Huh. Didn't think a kid would know how to do a rabbit punch. Let alone have the guts to actually do it."
Jesse started and looked around. Another griefer had walked in. He was pretty slight compared to some of the griefers. He wore a bandit's mask over a large (and slightly crooked) nose and red eyes that gleamed in the light. His bald head gleamed in the dim sunlight, his green armor decorated with dented, flaking gold buttons and a brown belt around his waist.
It looked a bit like Ivor's, actually, except it was just plain leather.
His brown gloves were studded at the knuckles and the wrist. His boots were pretty noticeable too, stained with old blood (layers and layers and layers of it) and tied together with belts– barely holding together at the seams.
Axel straightened slightly, then turned. Isa glanced over at him, her sword shrinking back into the normal blade, while Harper hastily shoved a handful of redstone into her pocket and Mevia tossing her bloody axes behind her into the pile of bodies, ignoring the way a few bodies squeaked when the axe impaled a bit too close to their heads.
"Oh. Hey, Magnus," he said, so casually it almost looked as though he were asking for the weather. "How you doing?"
A/N: Welp, that's this chapter done! Poor griefers jfdk;a Kinda their own fault, though. I mean what did you expect attacking three lords?
Axel fights pretty, uh, unorthodoxly though.
I finished my costume! Now to post every Inktober I did on Tumblr.
Hng.
RQTC: Has anybody heard of Six the Musical?
It's a musical that's kind of... like a modern take on Henry VIII's six wives. The music's really nice, although I think there's a few that shouldn't be listened to unless you're old enough xD Definitely a few innuendos in there.
I am a candy bag on Halloween. Reviews are my candy. I got way more candy than I did actually trick-or-treating xD
Responses to reviews!
ThinMintE: Hehe / To enemies he's just a normal bear. Unpredictable. xD
Toni42: They're not too pleased, no xD / Nooooo T^T you're cutest. / Butts kicked.
TheAmberShadow: Heehee / Thank you! I liked it too. / I circle around to get more puns. I can talk pretty sardine-ically (sardonically), but I Snicker at a few of my own puns. I'm a total Airhead sometimes, though, so don't necessarily expect the best puns. / Hehehe, yeah, I guess so. / Not too big; just a few dozen. But in a small alley it gets pretty crowded. / Ehehehe / He did, hence why he proceeded to throw off his jacket jfkd;a xD
Northern Goshawk: Very accurate statement xP / Hehehe xD / Thanks! I just also don't post much art or covers on here anymore, lol. / :3
Darkbeast Dend: Indeed :P / Hehe
Guest: Yeah, they're good. For now. xD
Happygoluckymegami: Pft, big mood. / Heehee :P
That's all for now! See ya, so long, and enjoy the omake!
x.X. A.L. X.x
Omake:
"Sorry." Aiden smiled briefly and humorlessly at Jesse. "This is probably late, but please don't be alarmed. We're not planning to hurt you or anything like that."
He inclined his head politely at Jesse. "I'm Aiden, and the guy who dragged you in is Gill."
Jesse looked between the two, giving them a careful look-over. At the bandages covering their eyes. The leather jackets, the armor with spikes and leather straps.
They both look like they're my age... maybe they heard about the wish thing too and came here too.
Jesse glanced at the gleaming red eyes on both males– one smiling brightly, and the other barely smiling whatsoever– and did another once-over on their clothes.
But their eyes... and clothes...
Jesse pondered this for a minute longer, and then proceeded to produce a thought that made the most sense to them.
Cosplay?
