A\N: We´re nearing the end. xP
"Looks like we have you cornered, intruder." Guzo stepped forward, holding his weapon, which looked like a spear. Skipper glared and balled his flippers. He hadn´t come all this way just to lose Private. He was going to take them down one by one if he had to.
"Secure him!"
The first soldiers, who came toward him in punching range, got exactly that. Skipper´s flippers connected with their beaks and left them out cold on the floor. Immediately the rest charged. The penguin rushed forward and greeted them. He kicked a few to the ground, dodged a sword and slammed his flipper down on the owner's head.
He crumbled.
´Seven down, a hundred to go.´ Skipper thought and punched another one in the face.
A nasty crack was heard and the soldier fell, probably dead. A wing grabbed his flipper, triggering a response from the leader, which flung the offender so far back, he stumbled into several others. Guzo was further back, watching the fighters fall. During the attacks, all he saw was a black and white blur.
Skipper was unstoppable as he fought, reacting in seconds. The most were already out or too wounded to fight. The penguin grabbed another one´s flipper and flung him over his shoulder into the wall. Suddenly, a weight was knocked against his feet, knocking him off-balance. The soldier in front of him raised his sword, but Skipper kicked at his feet, using the same tactic to switch to the upper position.
He then killed the soldier with his own sword. Another fighter slashed his dagger against the penguin's side. Skipper felt waves of burning pain wash over him, but he did his best to swallow it down. He had a mission. He couldn´t back down now. Private needed him! Skipper whirled around and stabbed the other. Black dots were already swimming in his vision, but he forced himself to keep going, taking down the rest. The officer was ready to collapse, but then he found himself sword-to-sword with Guzo. "
Good job, but I think you missed one." The otter said, his eyes blazing.
Rico could´ve been a dog. The way he sniffed the floor and walls carefully, any hunter would´ve chosen him over their Bello in the yard. Max and Kenny ran after him, keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of Skipper or Private.
Suddenly Rico stopped.
"I lossed it." He said, sniffing around.
"Lost what?"
"Tha sent!"
"Well, maybe if you back up you could find it again." Kenny suggested.
Rico nodded and slid back to the spot where he still had Private´s smell. The dog-,uh, penguin snuffed around before leading his friends into a different hall.
Skipper and Guzo faced each other. The penguin was breathing hard, but his blue eyes never back down from the otter´s fierce gaze.
"Where is he?" Skipper finally asked, giving Guzo a death glare that would even make Dr. Blowhole back down.
"Where is who?"
"My soldier, Private." Guzo pretended to think, then shrugged.
"We have many privates here." Skipper raised his sword so quickly that Guzo barely had time to react, and pushed it under the mammal´s chin.
"Don´t play cute with me! I know you know exactly about who I´m talking about. Now." Skipper put more force on his sword. "Where. Is. He?"
Guzo just smiled, then brought his sword up in milliseconds and pushed against Skipper´s weapon, removing it from his neck.
"Even if I did know, I wouldn´t tell you." He got ready to stab Skipper´s heart, but the penguin had military reflexes, knocking it away. The fight was on. Swords clashed and metals reflected the moon, that had now parted in two…
Private noticed it too. The moon had split in two. But he was too terrified to give it much thought. Drakus turned a wheel on his machine. Engines whirred and a miniature door opened, revealing a kind of built in chair. Except that it had manacles to chain the penguin to it, so it seemed less friendly or comfy. Drakus opened the chain Private still had tied around him and forcefully pushed him down on the ´chair´.
"Blue, now thrust the level there." Blue trotted over to the machine.
"This one?"
"No! The further one, next to it." Blue´s eyes scanned the set of levels, then pushed the right one.
Private almost jumped out of his feathers as chains start moving with high, loud metallic sounds. The metals wrapped themselves around his ankles, stomach, flippers and forehead, completely immobilizing him. Private struggled, but it was a hopeless, weak attempt. It seemed to amuse Drakus though.
"Okay, Blue," The evil lord said. "Let´s get started.
Swords clanked. Sweat dropped. Eyes locked. The fight continued. Around the room, out the door, in the hallway, back into the room again. Skipper wasn´t letting up and neither was Guzo. The two fought, pressing harder, trying to get the other to surrender. Guzo had to admit, Skipper had more than he´d gave him credit for. The penguin was exhausted, but kept his fighting still a challenge.
Guzo remembered when he was younger. He had been in a situation similar to Skipper, fighting for someone he loved dearly and that person\animal had been missing. It was one of his hardest, yet valuables lesson. Duty comes before anything else. Thanks to Drakus, he put his weakness behind him.
The otter began thinking what a great warrior Skipper would make. He sidestepped a blow and knocked the other to the floor. It seemed like Skipper´s energy had finally come to an end. The leader lay exhausted on the floor, gasping for breath. Guzo stepped in front of him. The other closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow.
It never came. When he opened his eyes and looked up, he saw his opponent studying him. And it didn´t look like he was deciding where his sword put fit best in Skipper´s body.
"I´m deciding to spare you." He said finally.
"Gee, thanks." Skipper spat sarcastically and looked around for his sword.
"With a little training…" Guzo muttered. "…you could be a fine soldier." The penguin stared at him then struggled to his feet.
"Never!" He growled.
"The only reason I came here for is to rescue my soldier. Not too surrender to his enemies."
Everything went so fast, Guzo barely had time to blink. His sword clattered against the wall and Skipper´s was pushing it´s tip into his neck.
"Where. Is. Private?" The penguin pushed even harder.
"And you better answer before I get madder." The otter looked at him with a steel glare, which clearly said that he wasn´t going to say anything.
As frustrated and angry as he was, he couldn´t bring himself to kill him. He slammed the hilt into the other´s neck. Guzo slumped down. Skipper quickly tied him up then was just about to slide out when he heard a faint voice. Very faint, barely even in existence. It was Blue´s voice.
A\N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. xDD I got most of the fighting from Percy Jackson. xP