Sorry for the long wait but I had to get someone to help me edit this chapter since KingSpikeRules is very busy in life. I found Tritone who edited this chapter. Thank you again Tritone if you're reading this. This is the first important battle scene in the story and I was nervous writing it. But after this I hope to hear how you liked it. Also I would like to thank another author who helped me write this story. Her name is BloodyMarryMe. She helped me with a few fight scenes. And I would like to thank another author...but right now he isn't reading any of my stories and doesn't want to talk to me. If he is reading, I want him to know I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. Please read and review.

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Fletcher was panting through his mouth as he jogged all the way to Gold Finger's castle. His face was read from running too excessively. Fletcher could see a glimmer of light and then he saw Gold Finger's castle. It was a big castle made of stone and a giant red door at the entrance. Fletcher saw three shadows standing at the door. When he got closer he saw those shadows as two guards, still couldn't see the other one.

The tall spires of the castle loomed overhead as Fletcher made his way towards the entrance. A tall, bulky man with dark skin and white hair stood before the large steel doors. A sword and pistol hung from his belt, and he gripped a large ball and chain. Two additional guards, mere feet in front of the large man, held their spears in attention at Fletcher's arrival.

The guards stood in a defensive position blocking Fletcher's path. "What do you think you're doing?" said one, "you were lurking behind that tree, and now you're thinking of entering Lord Gold Finger's castle?"

"Wait a minute," said the other guard, squinting his eyes at Fletcher to get a better look, "isn't he one of the outsiders we were chasing before—

A fist to the jaw cut him off and left the guard sprawled on the floor. The other man soon readied his spear to strike, but he soon joined his companion in the dirt. Fletcher figured it would take a while before either of the guards came to their senses, so he turned his attention to the hulking warrior by the door.

"Gold Finger!" Fletcher called, his fist pulled back and shoulder's square. "My name is Fletcher G. Perkman and I challenge you to a fight!" He paused. The man in front of him didn't seem to look like whom he was searching for. His expression soon became that of uncertainty. "Are you Golden Finger?"

"No," he said as he tugged the chain of his weapon taught in preparation for battle, "I'm his bodyguard, Otanma. I will trap you in my chains and smash your head in with my iron ball."

Instead of readying his fighting stance, Fletcher only looked on in question, "then what?"

"Then you'll be dead?" Otanma said taken aback by Fletcher casualty. He silently wondered if the boy was all there. "Are you being serious or is this just a nervous joke?"

Fletcher's quizzical look deepened. "Whose nervous?"

By now Otanma was red with red and frustration. "Silence, fool!" he said only to be interrupted.

"I'm looking for Gold Finger," the boy said, "my name is Fletcher, and I like food and brawling."

Something in Otanma's mind visible stapped. His grip tightened and his hand trembled with anger. "You're going to fear me when you feel my iron ball crushing your neck." Otanma lifted the iron ball with ease, and it was soon hurling towards Fletcher. "Iron Ball Neck Crusher!"

"Captain Kick Jumping Lemur!" Fletcher called as he leaped into the air towards the ball. His kick connected with the ball mid jump sending it to the floor.

Otanma quickly wrenched the iron ball back to his feet. 'He just got lucky,' he thought. He swung the ball above his head before hurling it towards Fletcher once again. "Iron Ball Cage Attack!" This time, Fletcher stepped out of the ball trajectory only for it to swing around from behind him. Just before the ball came close enough to hit Fletcher square in the back, he leaped into the air well above the iron ball.

'How does he keep dodging?!' Otanma thought.

Fletcher grinned at Otanma's frustration, and turned to the offensive. He ran at Otanma with his fist pulled back. "Captain Punch Shogun Fist!" Otanma managed to bring his weapon in between himself and Fletcher's fist. Skin collided with iron.

A crack formed down the middle of the iron weapon, small chucks fell to the floor before it came apart completely. Fletcher landed a couple feet back, his momentum stopped from the attack. "You have great strength," Otanma said, "but you are too distracted from your real enemy."

"Chain Trap!" Otanma called, quickly jerked the chain to encircle Fletcher before tossing him against the castle wall. The chain dug into the brick rendering Fletcher immobile.

"Look at you…" Otanma said, "trapped to the wall like an animal. You have nothing to defend yourself against my sword." He drew his sword from his belt, and held it against Fletcher's neck. "I will jab this right your throat, and finish you by slicing your arms off."

Fletcher brought his head back. "Bison…"

"What are you doing—

"Head-butt!" His forehead connected with the flat side of the blade. The force of the blow sent the blade hurtling slicing the chains on the way down. Both the swords and the chains clattered on the floor, and Fletcher stood triumphant.

"How did you know to use my sword to free yourself from those chains?!" Otanma said.

"I didn't," Flatcher laughed, "I just knew you had the only tool so I stole it." He scratched the back of his neck bashfully. "Pretty cool, right?"