I managed to get a good amount of stuff done, luckily. Oh, and I hear Rapture is today. You want to know what I think of it?

CHAPTER 27: WELL, I AIN'T SUPERSTITIOUS

-~...NO SUCH THING A BAD LUCK. AND I AIN'T SUPERSTITIOUS, I COULDN'T REALLY GIVE A FUCK. GO TAKE YOUR SILLY SUPERSTITIOOOOONS, AND FIND SOME OTHER CHICKENSHIT, SISSY WORM AND TELL IT TO HIM!~-

Sonic sat on the roof of the building until his mob had gathered outside the inner wall's gate, eyes on him. The door was very heavily locked, with thick but short metal bars added to the top of the giant wooden doors to deny it from opening and closing, and the height removed possibility of getting at it.

"What now, Sir?" One of the mages shouted up. "Doors fortified, I bet we could smash it down, though. With ease!"

Sonic hopped down, from the roof, and landed on his feet. He began to answer while dusting himself off. "First of all, I know it's a compliment, but I'm not a sir. Second, I'm not entirely sure about that. Worth a shot, though!"

Light nodded, and let the mob work. "Alright! Heave!"

"HO!"

"Heave!"

"HO!"

"Heave!"

"HO."

The mob lost enthusiasm when the door would not seem to budge. Sonic rushed over to help them.

After a minute of no visible results, Sonic shouted over the crowd.

"Okay everyone, stand back, stand back!"

Slowly but surely, the mob backed away from the door to Sonic's wish. Sonic walked in front of the door.

"Before I work my magic on this thing..." Sonic began, facing the crowd. "...anyone else have a feeling that we moved?"

There was a bit of confusion among the mob. Sonic interpreted this answer as 'no'.

"Alright alright," Sonic said, turning to the door. He began to stretch, crack his bones, the like. When he was ready, he let out a small ahem.

He began to slam his fists on the wall.

"I AM CAPTAIN GORDON FREEMAN OF THE INTERGALACTIC HOUSE OF PANCAKES AND I DEMAND YOU TO OPEN!"

There was a moments silence. Just as Percival was about to say something along the lines of "Your name is Gordon?", everyone realized why Sonic thought they moved.

Sonic was currently in a small, shallow rut, dug out of the ground by the door when the men pushed it. The dirt on the other side piled up, but it couldn't tip until the door was pushed out of its stone frame. The slamming on the door was the hay that broke the camel's back, and the door fell, crushing the enemy or two on the other side.

"Well, I did not expect that to work." Sonic chuckled, beckoning White Death to follow as he stepped on top of the massive wooden door. "Stay calm, men. Instead of charging through hell's front door without a clue of what we're doing, I have a plan I'd like to put in use."

"And what may that be?" Caliburn asked. "It better not sound stupid."

"It will sound stupid, but, it should work better than charging in their all at once." Sonic said, taking out a large wooden pole.

"Fine then, just hit me with it."

Sonic took out a flag, a white flag with a blue and red circle in it. He began to attach it to the pole."I'll go in first. Alone. The rest of you wait two or three minutes, make them think I'm coming in alone, and then you all follow the trail of damage to where I am and get to me as soon as possible. Got it?"

Laughter came from the mob.

"What!" The knights and Caliburn shouted in unison. Sonic swore he saw something coming out of Percival's ears.

"You heard me. In three minutes, follow the trail of dead bodies." Sonic answered, sticking the pole behind the armor, getting it to stand up.

"You think you can go in there alone and last long enough?" Caliburn shouted. "You'll get us killed!"

"I don't care, I've cheated death a hundred times in my life! I can do it one more time!" Sonic argued.

The laughter turned into cheering.

Sonic continued to entertain the mob. "I play by my own rules! I do what I want! It was my power that gathered you all here today!"

"But what makes you think it's the best idea?" Percival questioned.

"It is absolutely not the best idea." Sonic said. "But it's a good idea that can work and it's the one I want to do!"

Sonic turned to the large doorway. He was really going to do it.

"Surely you jest!" Percival shouted at him in disbelief, advancing behind him.

"I am no fool." Sonic replied as he turned around to look at her, slashing the doors' lock with Caliburn. He kicked it on the crack in the doorway, and both of the doors slowly opened. "...And my name is Sonic. Don't call me Shirley."

Without another word, he charged into the castle, his marker flag flickering in the air. Percival stared at him, not trusting his plan in the slightest.

"... We can't just let him run off like that." She said, turning back to her comrades.

"You're his slave, and orders are orders. Sorry, Percival, but there is not much you can do." Lamorak retorted.

"You don't get it. I did not wager me being a slave against him being mine," Percival explained. "I wagered my loyalty against his. And duel or no duel, he could die in a second, and we shouldn't sit and watch."

Bors stepped in. "But what if he has more of a plan than just that?"

"Plan? He thinks fast, but he doesn't think first. He's making it up as he goes along."

"How are you so sure?" Gawain asked.

Percival knew it was just a hunch, but regardless, she continued. "His plans change a lot, and he adjusts to them. When he wanted to charter a ship for us to get to Avalon, no one complied, hence why the ship was empty. When we fought the king, all the specifics he knew was that we were going to fight the king, and that he takes the kill. He thinks too general, and never specific."

"If he's good at thinking on his feet, then trust him." Galahad said.

"Don't take this the wrong way, no offense or anything, but I've had enough trust talk from you of all people. I know what you're trying to do, and I appreciate it, but please, just stop." Percival spat.

The cat walked into the doorway, and turned around.

"I'M GOING IN THERE, WHO IS WITH ME?" Percival shouted.

None of the Knights of the Round Table spoke, and only Lamorak shifted.

But the massive roar of the crowd behind them is what Percival wanted to hear. White Death moved around the startled knights and charged into the castle, leaving the five men standing there.

"Smooth move, white knight." Lamorak remarked sarcastically. "You gonna find the Holy Grail and then bludgeon her with it next?"

"Shut up, will you?" Galahad groaned, feeling remorse for what he said.

"No, shut up ALL OF YOU!" Gawain shouted over his two bickering friends. "Even if going in and helping out is not what Sonic is considering, Merlina is fighting us with all of hell. Despite how skilled he may be, he might not win."

"SIR GAWAIN," began Galehaut. "YOU ARE SUGGESTING WE ARE TO FOLLOW PERCIVAL'S TRAIL?"

"And everyone elses'. Whether or not it works out alright, the main effect of a second wave is moot now that everyone else..." The red knight trailed off. Something caught his attention. Flying through the dark stormy clouds, a large figure with terrible wings could be seen. Remembering that Sonic had fought Gawain to get by, to fight a dragon, he did not find that welcoming in the slightest.

"... Knights, in the castle, now! Dragon, DRAGON!"

Lamorak turned in surprise, and, unbelievably, fear. "Oh MY GOD, A DRAGON." Within a moment, Lamorak was within the enormous doorway. "C'MON GUYS, FUCKING LEG IT!"

In instinct, they all followed him back inside the castle. No one was too fine about slaying a dragon summoned from the depths of hell. Especially since the undead was harder to slay than the living.

Sonic raced inward to the castle, with the flag mounted on his back. The massive hall was clear. He knew it wouldn't not be for long, however. Monsters will cover the floors in attempt to stop him, but they'll all fall as simply as the last hundred.

But then a ten by ten by ten grid of enemies formed.

Sonic's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. If he was defending something, his legs would have began to shake. -THAT'S A FUCKING CUBE OF A THOUSAND BAD GUYS. THEY'RE STANDING ON EACH OTHER'S SHOULDERS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.- "... And the flying fuck spread its wings."

"Good lord there's hundreds of them!" Caliburn wailed.

Sonic stopped. He looked at the ludicrous formation of underworld knights, and he forced his jaw to drop even lower. -They look like fucking cheer leaders.- Shaking his head, he grabbed his flag, and hurled it over them as if it were a javelin. Sonic then curled up into a ball.

Caliburn had never seen Sonic spindash before. "What are you-"

Sonic launched, flying toward the massive house of knights and smashed through a bottom row. This caused the entire formation to collapse on itself. He stopped himself, and turned to look at them all fall.

"Whoever thought of that only created a silly roadblock." Sonic chuckled. He began to run toward them. "Let me clean it up now."

The knights of the under world had managed to get ready for combat by the time Sonic got over. When Sonic charged into it, he felt dozens of swords glance off his armor, unable to penetrate it well enough. He slashed and slashed for a moment that felt like a few minutes. In this moment, he decimated at least half of the pile. He heard a massive roar come from the entrance. -I am absolutely fine with them completely disregarding my plan now. I could use some help.- At that point, Sonic fought open a new hole in the cluster of enemies, toward the front, grabbed the flag, and ran around.

Caliburn was not pleased in the slightest.

"What have you done!" Caliburn asked. "What could you have possibly have done to have hundreds of hundreds of demons sent to kill you at once?"

Sonic was laughing. He was in a battle high. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins. He just knew that he had to get to the throne room, and annihilate anything in his way. He felt reckless. Automated. He didn't know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it was working. -You can't spell SLAUGHTER without LAUGHTER, or so they say.-

He raced down the hallway a little more, and he noticed something standing at the top of a stairway. Sonic was too out of it to identify, so Caliburn did the talking.

"It's the knight from before, Neon!" Caliburn exclaimed. "Quick, before he pulls out a trick, slay him!"

Nodding to the order, he raced toward the knight, paying extra detail to his form. He was shorter than Sonic, if so by a little bit. The armor completely covered the knight under it, the only distinguishing feature the purple glow that seemed to mark the eyes from behind the jet black visor. The sword he carried was purple, unlike his armor. The blades were just shorter than his arm length.

That was all he noticed before his attention was drawn to above. The topic on the hedgehog's mind changed from the man on the staircase to the even more falling enemies from above.

Sonic dashed to the other side of the falling battalion of underworld soldiers, and just before they all landed, he heard shouts from behind him. He stopped and listened.

"Wait up, wait up!" The voice cried and cried. -Already planning that.-

"Hello..." said the Neon Knight. His voice had managed to stay in one tone, and was intelligible throughout the single low and smooth tone. "Welcome to your doom!"

"Hey, congrats! You can speak like a civilized person now! Even then you should hoarse. But enough talk. Step aside!" Sonic threatened. "Or I'll make you!"

"Oh is thaaat soooo?" Neon said, reaching behind his back. "Well I got a surprise for you, hehe..."

"Stay on your toes, Sonic." Caliburn whispered. "The army behind you is moving forward to attack our allies, but we have bigger problems to worry about."

Sonic nodded. He had to be ready for whatever kind of exploding balls, disintegration spells, or sick crossbow bolts that this guy had in mind with him.

Neon had smiled through his visor, also visible with a purple ghastly glow from through the visor. Sonic noticed it stretched from eat to ear. It then pulled out the object it had hiding behind it's back.

It was a Mosin Nagant.

PAK-KOOHHHH...

Everything froze, except for Gawain. He ducked, covering his head. The enemies had stopped swinging, and looked around them. The knights did the same, although they could not see over the enemies, but they could see the flag Sonic said he'd use to mark where he was when we came in, waving slightly, and a broken blade flying through the air. In the sudden silence, was only a grim laugh hovering over the massive crowd of warriors.

Then came the scream. It broke his laugh. It broke the silence. It shattered the moment's peace that had been acquired and tore the remains of it to shreds, in one single war cry.

-*BANG BANG BANG* NO ONE MOVE AN INCH, I'M TAKING THIS EM-EFFER OVER.-

"YOU'LL TAKE MY LIFE, BUT I'LL TAKE YOURS TOO! YOU'LL FIRE YOUR MUSKET BUT I'LL RUN YOU THROUGH! SO WHEN YOU'RE WAITING FOR THE NEXT ATTACK, YOU BETTER STAND, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK!"

I threw the shattered half of Caliburn I was holding down at the ground, swung my shield in front of my face and start sprinting toward him, "The Trooper" by Iron Maiden blasting in my head as the flag I had on my back flapped around loudly. He wasn't too experienced with working the bolt yet. I correctly guessed when he was going to pull the trigger and I swung my shield to my left, making the bullet bounce off to my side and hit a underworld knight, which I could tell from the audible plunk it made.

I got up to the top before he could finish working with the bolt again, and I smashed him with my shield. He flew a good twenty feet before landing, messing up his bolt working in the process.

While he was grounded, I charged at him, screaming, shield front and center, barely seeing his dark armor through the onyx visor on my shield. He was working the bolt again, and he fired, but my shield tanked the shot, and the sound was drowned out by all the rage, adrenaline, and eighties metal rushing through my head. At this point I thought I was forgetting something, but shook it away from it. Whatever it was, I'm sure it can wait. This guy here is priority number one.

As soon as I saw him release the cartridge while trying to stand up, I sprinted again. I reared back my right arm, ready to strike with the hidden blade I had. When I was ten feet away, he tossed aside the rifle and took out his two sided sword. It wasn't at all useful though, I smashed him back to the wall with my shield, and left a spot open for my attack. I got him in his side with the blade, and I heard a grunt. It was a mixture of the high pitched voice and deep one again. I didn't care. I backed up from the wall, allowing him to advance with the double bladed sword once more, and I slammed him to the wall once more. I performed the same stab again, but this time, I swung around and roundhouse kicked him off to the side, into a corner formed by the wall and a pillar. His weapon flew from his hands. If I should get it, it's over, I win. I dashed over, grabbed the sword, and ran at the wounded enemy, who was struggling to move out of the way, and I dragged one side along the floor before slashing him across his armored chest with his own weapon. He flopped onto his back and skidded across the stone floor into a stand with display armor mounted it. The stand fell over onto him.

I began to walk over to the body, pretty sure the person had died, and I heard cries of pain coming from it. The higher pitched tone had control over speaking now, I guessed. Whatever, just going to demask him and fend off the relentless swarm of underworld minions that I had just remembered about.

I was a dozen feet from the wall when I heard enemies spawn above me. I gasped quickly and raised my shield to the ceiling, to see...

The ceiling.

At that point I heard several plop noises. I looked around to investigate.

And I saw several giant slime entities about twice the size of a Crabmeat for example, surrounding me very tightly, with no way to simply walk out, with huge steel shields for faces, with spears coming out of them. Coming my way up the stairway, about a hundred enemies of various kinds.

"Well shit." I said, quickly thinking about my options. If I jump out, the hundreds of enemies will swarm the path I choose to run in. If I stay in, the shield things would hold off the swarm of enemies long enough to prepare myself to start playing the world's deadliest game of hop scotch with the enemy's heads.

Right then, a giant minotaur had materialized in the air and landed on the path on the other side of the staircase, and began to charge over.

Before I could plan any more, a slime monster attacked me, lunging its spear out at me from behind. It startled me, but before any other attacks could be done I used the momentum to form a small jump, doing a front flip over the slime balls and began to run toward the railing, thinking I could jump off. It just so happened that those minotaurs were fast and had no care in the world for their allies, and started kicking them at me. I got knocked to the ground, and immediately, I shoved my sword into the enemy who had been sent toward me. Then, I quickly rolled back up and readied my shield. Dozens of enemies pushed against each other against my shield, and, still trying to regain my senses that had been rustled by the flying zombie that had been kicked my way.

When I was ready to fight once more, I shoved my shield and began slashing my sword wildly at them. They fell a couple at a time. There were more there.

I had to back track as they advanced. It was a good thing I did, too, as I noticed that there was a good amount of blood on the floor. Probably from me. But another thing is that when you get hit once, you get adrenaline. An energy booster and a painkiller. My painkiller.

So, I with this new found energy and berserk-ness, I charged them. I brought down a good amount, and I checked the progress White Death was making on the plethora of enemies still downstairs. There was a good amount still alive, only a couple of the mob were wounded, but the priests should be able to do something about it.

THE PRIESTS. Doctors, medics, healers, and most importantly in this current situation, HELP. I knew I had to get over there, this plan was really stretching my ego, and right now it's really teabagging it.

I ran at the ledge, ready to jump off it and get onto the ground floor.

I had forgotten about the giant minotaur.

He picked me up as I was about to leap over the ledge. My arms we free from its grasp. I looked at it as it looked at me. While it was glaring at me, I checked if my wrist gun was loaded. It was.

Obligatory BANG.

His eye erupted. He began to stumble back, and threw me behind him, over the crowd of minions toward a doorway. I landed decently, not on my face, skidded to a halt in a sitting position right at a small door. Hopefully a bedroom or something. Seeing as I was given the chance, maybe I should hold up in there until they come along and help me out. I hop to my feet and open the door.

On the other side was a massive room with another one of those slime things but twenty times larger, covered with other slime things.

I swung my head as I talked. "Nope." I slammed the door shut as I saw a ginormous spear start flying out of it. I dodged to my left and the spear tore straight through the door. Seeing the enemies draw closer, I raised the double saber once more and began to attack.

"~I'M GOING DOOOOOWN IN A BLAZE OF GLORY!~" I shouted as I attacked them while I was on my back.

But this time they weren't mindlessly letting the strong guys in back push against everyone else. Every single one of them charged toward me, and wouldn't stop. I fell to the ground, my shield raised, blocking their attacks. I laid there, stabbing and kicking enemies out of the densely compact sandwich of knights, zombies, and whatever the hell else was in there. I was stabbed a couple times, primarily the leg.

Finally, after being on my back for what felt like two minutes, kicking, screaming, blocking, and getting hit, I heard the blood curdling scream of the giant minotaur, and the clatter of footsteps from the stairs. Metal sabatons and boots slamming against the ground. I guess they heard me shout and began to really drive through the enemies.

Then, an enemy magician made everyone back away from me, and he raised his wand. Whatever spell it was, did not look healthy in the slightest. I swung my shield in the way, put my feet up against the shield, put my arm up to it to help keep a good balanced defense, and braced for the worst.

-Okay, I'm done here, for now.-

The sheer density of the mob often left people with no choice but to go to the back. Percival and Bors were two of the unfortunate fighters. As White Death charged to the top of the staircase and sprinted full speed toward the now small bundle of underworld minions, Percival took the time to conserve energy by walking, as she was sure to have passed her required kill number by now, and the massive crowd could easily take on the small pack of enemies.

When she reached the top of the staircase, she looked around. She saw the Neon Knight beside a toppled over showcase set of armor, a slowly dying minotaur with two thirds of its body scorched, bruised, and had arrows sticking out of it, and a scarf on the ground.

Getting her priorities straight, she went to check the Neon Knight. As she drew closer, he backed into the corner, bleeding from his side and front. It had only occurred to her now that the knight was fairly short.

"Bors." She called out, slightly exhausted. "Get over here."

The armadillo walked over there, with a flail in hand. "What is it, Percival?"

"Look at this. This knight can't be older than we." She began.

Bors examined his size. "Hmm... It seems so. What do y-"

"What do you WANT?"

The tone had shocked the two. It was a completely eligible sentence formed with one tone of voice, that came from the Neon Knight. They had only known the gibberish he spoke.

"You can talk?" Bors interrogated quickly.

"Not for long. Little boy blue messed us up, but he'll come back."

Percival stepped in. "Who is 'us'?"

The knight removed his helmet, and threw it at her in anger. Underneath was a gray fox with a hint of yellow in it. Crystals were where the ruffs of furr would be on a normal person.

Dark colors. Deep raspy voice. Crystalline features.

Percival let out a quick gasp. She quickly turned around and began to run. "Bors, stay here, I'll get a priest!"

"What?" Bors asked, confused, looking back and forth between the fox and his friend.

"I'M POSSESSED YOU IDIOT!" Neon shouted at Bors.

"... Oh."

The fox groaned. "Name's Leon, the demon doesn't have a name, he told me."

"Alright, now why'd you join Merlina?"

"I don't want to answer your stupid questions when I'm wounded, alright! At least wait for the exorcist."

"Fine, fine."

As Percival was jogging, she took notice to the scarf. She noticed it was the one Sonic had mysteriously acquired before killing Arthur. It was slightly torn. She bent over to pick it up, when she overheard commotion.

"WHERE'D HE GO? He's not there!"

Her head shot in the direction, and she went on to making her way over there.

"No body, no ashes, no scorch marks, no blood trails, nothing." A huntress pointed out.

"Maybe he made it out?" A thief brought up. "He's pretty fast and agile, even with all that armor."

"Hmm..." The huntress said, walking toward the hallway that she thought Sonic would have ran off to if he did escape. "... No foot trails from over here. Any magicians with possibilities on what just happened?"

"Could have been warped off somewhere." A wizard theorized on command. "Doubt they would do that to a high profile man such as himself, though. Wasn't a levitation spell to throw him down the hallway, we would have saw it for sure... all spells that I know that disintegrate a body leave at least one sign of such, fire spells being ashes and scorch marks, darkness spells turning them into small flakes... No idea."

"Waitasecond." A fast talking archer asked. "If he got this far, through all those enemies we spent three minutes on, as compared to just walking in spraying arrows over the place, all by himself..."

"Are you going anywhere with this?" The Muscle Wizard asked.

"If he got here much faster than we could, much more than the thirty second delay we had, through all of those enemies... do you know how incredible this guy is? A thousand enemies, he tears straight through."

There was a silence.

"And we just might have lost him."

White Death collectively became berserk. Gerald took control of the massive mob, fueling them with more hate and energy, but instead of letting them run berserk, he's getting them focused, making them contain their anger and use it as a power source. Percival picked a priest out of the crowd and pulled him out.

"Go over to Sir Bors and the fallen knight over there, the boy needs an exorcist." She informed.

The priest jumped at the last word. "Oh! Just a boy, possessed? I need to get over there, then!" He ran off, his robes slowing him down a bit.

Feeling... disappointed, she decided after debating on what to describe her emotion with, with Sonic's disappearance, Percival looked down at the scarf. She blankly blinked at it torn yellow cloth.

Just a little author note, I REALLY wanted to make the middle part it's own separate chapter that you can select from the drop menu, but that would mean I'd have to make a chapter for the 800 word ending. Eh. Anyway, enjoy the absolutely nothing happening for the rest of the day!