It has come to my attention by myself that I had accidentally deleted this chapter. MY DERP HAS BEEN UNDONE. I APOLOGIZE. BEGIN READING.
CHAPTER 3: THE RIGHT OT BEAR ARMS
-So a mugger walks up to a guy on the street and pulls out a knife and asks him to hand over his money. The guy suddenly grows arms of a bear and slaps his shit. Standing over the dead robber, he shouts aloud, "SECOND AMMENDMENT, MOTHERFUCKER!"-
Camelot Castle was in the distance. -It's only a model.- Sonic raced along the road to the city's walls.
"Something is wrong here. Better be careful." Caliburn said as Sonic rushed to the drawbridge.
"Alright alright alright." Sonic replied. He knew what was going on, anyway. The City was being under siege, but the civilians apparently didn't care if the guy next to them was armed and about to kill them. And he's never seen a civilian die when hit. -Man, they're hardcore.-
As he sprinted up to the city gate, three underworld beings spawned. Sonic got past the drawbridge and put Caliburn down. "Hold up, gimmie a sec."
Caliburn watched intently as Sonic beat the three with his fists into unconsciousness. "Is there a reason you are doing that?"
"Yeah hold up." Sonic answered, as he began taking the armor off. "You think you're the only reason we're goin' to the Smithy's? I'm pretty damn sure I'm going to get hit sometime, and when I do, it will hurt. This will be a good temporary solution, other than my jacket and pants. I'll get there in three minutes tops." As he finished he finished putting on the platelegs, and was working on the platebody.
"I don't believe that is a good idea, since it is cursed armor." Caliburn pointed out.
Sonic nodded while finishing up with the platebody. "Yes that's what it's called." Sonic picked Caliburn up and began to stab the underworld beings. "It's just called that because the beings that use them tend to be cursed. Go read a book."
"I sort of can't. Can we just get to the blacksmith?"
"Alright."
Sonic dashed off, now clad in full body armor. He tore through the town. Enemies hardly slowed him down, and civilians avoided the fight. The first time through the town, he was so focused on killing and dodging enemies he didn't really have a chance to admire the architecture of the town. -Man was it marvelous. I have a soft spot for waterfalls, and this city has tons of them. Why they would have all of them is kind of stupid, and what purpose do they serve? Is it for style or is it the sewage or some crap?-
-Whatever, onst with the tale.- He continued to rip and tear through the knights of the underworld, occasionally stopping to take a shot at a goon with his bow. -It's fun. Could I get these arrows blessed or something? Would that do anything?-Seeing the shop in sight, Sonic went straight through a group of archers, snatching some arrows in the process. Sonic took off the platebody and platelegs, tossed them aside, and entered the shop.
"'Ello, smithy!" Sonic greeted the blacksmith.
"Hello, sir knight!" The blacksmith
"He's not a knight yet." Caliburn corrected.
Sonic rolled his eyes. "I just put a beat down on King Arthur and tore through the whole town. I have to do more knight-worthy things in order for me to rank up, according to this guy here."
"Heh. I never saw a sword that talks before..." the blacksmith commented.
Caliburn smiled. "Well we are a rare kind."
"Anyway," Sonic interrupted as he decided to get down to business. "Caliburn here is getting dull. Mind sharpening it? I'm gonna find something to eat."
Sonic flicked Caliburn around and caught the blade with his heavy metal gauntlet, and offered the handle to the fox.
"Alright!" The blacksmith accepted.
"I'll be back in a bit." Sonic said, grabbing an iron longsword he got from an underworld creature as he left the shop. -Just in case.-
-Can I learn magic? If so some woman is going to get Ice Barraged into oblivion when they try to take MY Scabbard. It'd be sweet if my magic abilities carried over. Teleporting from Amy, do a Fire Wave next time I fight Blaze, the possibilities are endless. Oh god, THAT SONG. Oh hell why am I complaining I love ska. ~But how will I know when I get there...~-
Sonic was immensely disappointed when he found no magic shops.-Well fuck. There goes that plan. Oh well. It's time to show that sword with my saved seven thousand rings.-
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The blacksmith wiped the sweat from his brow. Working metal tended to be hard work, as you had to heat the metal and then hammer it and if it gets cold you have to reheat it and hammer it some more and repeat the process if you make a mistake. He set Caliburn on the wooden bench and slumped down in a rocking chair he had.
The door opened, and in walked Sonic.
He was wearing three tall wide brimmed hats, stacked on one another. -Yes.-
"Uhh... Nice hat...s." Caliburn stammered.
"Ah yes." Sonic said, with a polite tone and a mocked heavy British accent. "My towering pillar of hats. If only I had a mustache and monocle to suit, but the store did not have any, and I, unfortunately, cannot grow a mustache."
Sonic picked up Caliburn and sheathed him. "Anyway," he said to the Blacksmith as his incredibly fake accent faded. "I want to make a deal with you. I know how to design weapons never before seen in this land. I'll tell you how to make them, so you can make them for others, and all you have to do is give me the first one of them that works correctly for free. These are hard to design weapons, and need ammunition which requires a LOT of flint and black powder."
The blacksmith stopped rocking the chair to consider the deal. He had no concept as to how powerful these weapons would be, but thinking about the profits of others...
"Fine," the fox said, resuming to rocking his chair. "if it can be built here, I'm gonna be the one to do it."
"That's the spirit, lad!" Sonic complimented loudly with a pat on the back. "Now, for the first one we're gonna need some wood for the grip of the weapon, metal, and a couple screws."
"A spear?" The two tailed fox asked. "That needs ammunition?"
"A javelin is closer in terms of how it would be used." Sonic stated. "Alright, if you have any paper I'll be drawing schematics."
The blacksmith took a piece of paper from a pile and gave it to Sonic. Sonic began to draw a complex machine, in the fox's eyes. Off to the side he doodled a cylinder shaped object with a rounded top. The fox casually waited around as Sonic drew his machine. Occasionally the fox would wander over and raise an eyebrow to the complex design, that could supposedly be manufactured where he comes from.
In roughly an hour, Sonic finished his blueprints of his first new weapon, and the blacksmith took a look at it.
"Wehehell..." the fox began. "This thing, this, 'Moist Nugget' thing, looks, and sounds... what the fuck am I looking at. Mind explaining what it does?"
"It launches projectiles at amazing speeds. Faster than anything you've seen. You won't even see them." -Yes it is a gun. Yes, normally I hate guns. No, guns are not part of my MASTER PLAN. Hell I'll probably throw it out after firing it five times. I'd probably throw Caliburn aside at the same time too, and use my bare hands.-
"That'd tear straight through you!" the fox exclaimed.
"Exactly." Sonic said.
"Doesn't that sound, you know, unfair?" Caliburn objected.
"Not too unfair. If they can beat me in a sword fight they can destroy one of these with ease. Although it can function with a shorter barrel, if the receiver gets messed with it won't function. Then they can get me with their sword since I am, from there, unarmed." Sonic counter argued.
"I do not get how that's fair."
Sonic pinched his brows. "I'm playing with my life, you expect me to play fair? Unless I know I cannot lose, then I'd throw it AND you out the window and start kicking them."
"Whatever. Wouldn't you think a bayonet would be a good idea, though?"
"Yeah sure."
For the rest of the day, Sonic drew designs for other weapons, while 'Smithy' worked on the 'Moist nugget'.
...
"It's getting dark out..." Sonic noted.
"Yeah..." the tired blacksmith said lazily, putting the in progress weapon down on the bench. "I should get some sleep. There's an inn nearby for you guy-"
A knock interrupted the blacksmith. Sonic grabbed Caliburn and answered the door. An underworld soldier was at the door, preparing to stab.
Sonic dodged the stab, and slashed at his attacker's arm. He turned around to the being, which was backed up by 2 more, and slashed through it, and the being exploded into smoke. Sonic dashed through the smoke, and kicked one with such force the knight flew down the street into a wall, exploding into smoke just as his friend. Sonic then abused the last one's shock and cut through him.
"Guess I'll be doing some cleaning in town." Sonic said to the blacksmith inside, raising Caliburn to his shoulder.
"Alright. I'll keep the place safe for now." Sonic turned around to see the blacksmith with a poisoned bronze dagger in his hand.-Now I can understand the dagger, but poison? He wants to kill something, badly. Not very Tails-y... unless that's why I hear him talking to himself about getting a machine gun on the Tornado.-
Sonic turned back around and dashed down the street. He found that the moon was out -and HUGE. Like, if it had a face, I would be shitting myself thinking IT'S THE DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY.- and it was illuminating the streets, making him able to see the street and others.
-Can I get any masks around here? Can I get a Skull Kid mask? I would so buy that. Good god fuck that glitched Majora's mask thing on youtube that I saw earlier. I shouldn't have done that.-
He jumped and stabbed his sword into a wall. -Why would they have streets leading into walls.- He slowly slid down the wall, turning his head to his right he could see the rifts the enemies will come from. He jumped off and dashed toward them. He stopped when the first one hit the ground. He reared Caliburn back, ready for a slash.
He leaped forward, slashing through the enemy with ease and without losing speed. He kicked off of the body before it disappeared and hit the next one, and the one behind it.
"OH YEAH!" He shouted, as he leaped toward another wall and stabbed Caliburn into it. He slid down and saw another dark rift. He leaped off and got there before an enemy could hit the ground.
He sliced and diced through town, leaving the town stunned at how well he was managing to do all this. Slashing through people without losing speed, stabbing straight through shields, and moving from enemy attacks while getting his own off on every one was a sight to see that night. He eventually made it onto the town's walls, dicing at enemies on there. When they were all gone, Sonic scanned the city for something that could be an inn.
"I ain't seein' an inn..." Sonic pointed out. "Maybe we should go back to Smithy's."
"Yes. If you sleep as hard as you fight, at least he'll be able to protect us, to an extent." Caliburn commented. Caliburn had saw the dagger too, sure that he trained with it once in a while.
Sonic nodded. "Alright."
He turned and dashed back to the shop.
Sonic opened the door, and the fox, reacted to the door opening, began to flick the dagger around in his fingers, but halted to a stop when he saw it was Sonic.
"Oh! Hey. What's the matter?" The blacksmith asked.
Sonic walked in. "Didn't see an inn, mind if we crash here?"
"Uh, yeah... sure." the blacksmith answered. -Definitely not Tails at all. Where's all the charisma in the guy?-
"Thanks. Where can I sleep for the night?"
"Uh, I dunno." The fox said as he got up, and headed for a door. "On the floor I guess."
"He's worked hard today, he didn't even exaggerate that much. Is there anything better for him to-"
Sonic rolled his eyes and put Caliburn on the table. "Yeesh, I'm just going to sleep on the floor. It's not like I'm going to be fending off the whole underworld, every other knight on Earth, and Genghis Khan."
"Well yes but I think you deserve a better rest."
"There will be time for that when I'm back at my house." Sonic said, shrugging. "Besides, I've done much more in a day than this one. Just let me get some sleep, Smithy's got some work to do too."
"Well, if that's how you want it." Caliburn said.
The fox walked out of the room into his bedroom, and shut the door.
"Good night." Sonic replied as he got on the carpet a few feet from the fireplace, turning his head to the fire burn and crisp the wood.
He stared at the flames, feeling his body get heavier. As he watched the fire dance, he wondered about how much would happen the next day.
He had a fight with Lancelot, or Shadow, tomorrow, but he was more than prepared. He had a rifle ready for him. He heard something about "Gawain and Lancelot's rift" would bring ruin to the Round Table. So, the answer was simple: Kill one of them, let the other live. He may use the gun to kill Lancelot, depending on how Lancelot acts during the fight. If he hears faker, knave, or any insult, he will skip the sword fight, shoot him and take his helmet. He had something in mind with the helmet.
The fight with Gawain would be much simpler now. If he didn't scare him with the fact that he blew Lancelot to pieces, he would fight with the bayonet he'll have on the rifle -Mosin Nagant for anyone wondering, or, as I named it, 'Moist Nugget', teehee.- and then just tell him he can live if he gives him his axes.
Percival... he had a game for that. He would challenge her to a duel before she could, so he could make the rules. -If I lost, I could still beat her with my bare hands. I mean, I did that before, any reason why I couldn't do it again?- He didn't know what the rules would be, though. He has to think about that.
He thought about it for a moment, but then it drifted off to the thought of how warm the fire felt. -I like fire. Just kept under control. I like the nice crispy smell of something lightly burnt. I like how you can sleep just about anywhere just so long as you have a fire. It's useful. When under control.-
He stared into the fire, letting the warmth take over him. He stared...
… and stared...
… and stared...
… and slept.