So only Priscilla and Gwyndolin are gonna have that Shakespearian speech pattern, because I hate writing it. I know other characters may have it, from a lore perspective. but Bugger it, too much work for one sentence.

DSM 19

"Ugh...So bloody tired. Why am I so tired recently?" Asked the Uzumaki as he once more sat in the crypt where Gwyndolin made her little home.

"How would I have an answer for thee, I do not know thee well enough." Stated Gwyndolin as though she were speaking to a child.

"That was rhetorical, genius." He snapped lightly, his lips set into a frown.

"Genius perhaps is an apt description..." She mumbled to herself.

"And that was sarcasm. Fuckin' hell woman get with it already." He rumbled roughly, the bags under his eyes giving him a rather dark look. Gwyndolin looked like she was about to snap at him but he held up a hand, "Look...I'm just in a shitty mood. I didn't come down here to take it out on you. I'm sorry..." He apologized, his shoulders drooping whilst his eyes seemed to lose focus giving him an absent look.

"Why art thou here then?" She asked, confused by his words and his return in general. She doubted she'd forgive his words against her father any time soon, but he was about the only other person besides the Knightess she could speak with, the options for social interaction within Lodran, or Anor Londo, were extremely slim. Gwyndolin idly noted if most men were like this, the only other one she'd met was her Father, even her sister Gwynevere's 'husband' Flann, that man always had rubbed Gwyndolin the wrong way, what with his title being the 'Flame God' and all, yet not once had she seen him do anything relatively akin to Pyromancy.

"It might have something to do with the fact that I just enjoy being around you in general." Said Menma, idly running his finger across the top of one of her 'leg-snakes' head. It hissed and flicked its tongue against his glowing blue finger, Menma's peripherals idly caught the serpentine woman stiffen, "I suppose that you don't hear that often?"

"No." Stated Gwyndolin, stiffly.

"Well there you go, that's why I'm here." He said nonchalantly, shrugging as he continued to scratch the top of the serpents head, he noticed her shoulders jumping ever so slightly he smirked slyly, gesturing over another snake, all to happily to came over and was treated to the ministrations of the strangely kind male to its mistress.

Menma's smirk grew as he noticed she began to twitch more and more, faintly he could hear muffled laughter behind her lips, her face turning red from the strain of holding it all back. Leaning up and blew on her neck making her sit straighter, "You can laugh." He whispered into her ear, his fingers left her pets heads and instead attacked her waist, the effect was instantaneous, she burst into laughter and tried to wriggle out, but the black haired male merely grinned widely and kept her in his grasp.

After what seemed like an eternity Gwyndolin managed to free herself from her 'attack', breathing a little faster than before and more than a little flustered. Menma's smirking face did not bring ire, as she had originally thought, instead it made a flicker of happiness grow in her. At least...She thought it was happiness, she'd never really felt happy, she knew what it was like, no doubt, due to her Sister telling her of it when they were young, but Gwyndolin could never really say she felt happiness like it was explained.

But for a fraction of a moment, she felt it. That light feeling in the centre of her chest, like everything else didn't matter for a few moments because right now was quite perfect.

"You have a beautiful smile, Hime-sama." He interrupted her thoughts, once more he complimented her, did he not know how hideous she was? Was he blind to this fact? "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked curiously, seeing the confusion across the visible half of her face, her lips parted and pulled back slightly, thinning showing concentration whilst her cheeks were slightly raised, no doubt from narrowed eyes.

"Thou sayest...Such strange things. Thine eyes muss must be lacking for I am not a creature of beauty. Foolish man." She sniped at him shaking her head, dismissing his words as mad ravings.

"And you are a very repressed rare gem." He replied, without missing a beat, "You're unique, you're different than most people, that much is obvious. Though your opinion of yourself has little impact on my opinion." He shrugged and sat next to her, ignoring the way her knotted her fingers together in her lap, the way that she chewed on her lips nervously. "Besides, I'm a sucker for different. And snakes." He said, once more tickling the top of a serpents head.

"Anyway, I just wanted to drop in and tell you I'm leaving for a bit, I need to return to Blighttown. I'll be back at some point. Gonna have to figure out how to get a damned Lordvessel or Frampt is gonna flip his tits." Stated the Uzumaki with a sigh, imagining the ranting and raving that would no doubt await.

"The vessel layeth within the Princess of Sunlight's chambers." Said Gwyndolin, as though it were the knowledge of children, "Go and fetch it if thee seek'st it so." Menma's left index finger and thumb suddenly framed her jawline and a chaste kiss was placed upon her pale cheek.

"You are a life-saver." He murmured, relived that he didn't come all this way for no reason, well in terms of his 'mission'. Side-questy things were pretty much worth it.

Before she could give a response he'd already left the room, exited into the long hallways and stepped out of the Fog Gate. Gwyndolin's delicate fingers touched the spot where his lips met her skin and her face flushed a shameful crimson, riddled with embarrassment.

Central Keep

Menma stepped once more into the keep, though something was slowly beginning to change as he did so, the familiar liar Fog rolled in, shrouding his vision, Menma attempted to wave it away before he began to feel...Weightless. This feeling only lasted for a single moment but when the fog cleared the Uzumaki stood in the same place, in the centre of the great room once more, though before him was a very familiar bucket helm.

"Aha! So it did work, it's been quite a while my friend!" Solaire's cheerful voice made Menma's lips stretch, an ivory grin lining his face, the Sunlight Warrior offered his arm and Menma took it, clasping his hand around the mans forearm and vice-versa.

"Soliare! How in the seven hells did you summon me? I didn't put down a sign here." Asked the taller male, his hands fisted upon his hips as he looked around, slightly confused.

"As I said before my friend, time in Lordran in convoluted, It would seem the mere act of stepping to a place such as this was enough to join our worlds once more, it matters not at this time, for there is a Fog Door over the way, shall we commit..." Menma and the man rose their arms into the air, one glowing blue the other covered with grey armour, "Jolly Co-Operation!" The conjoined bellow created an epic backdrop of golden lightning and flames.

"Come, my friend. It has been too long since we worked together. Allow us to defeat those who stand in our way with great haste, then we may discuss our journies over the bonfire." Solaire gave a thumbs up and Menma grinnined widelynned widely, fist bumping the man who laughed boisterously.

Through the Fog Door.

Menma and Solaire stepped in as one, and on the other side was a large room, which the Uzumaki had come to expect at this point, with support pillars lining the room on either side, across the room standing tall was a golden armoured man, his armour was of an obese male with an elongated neck, but Menma could see the hammer he wielded, there was no way any overweight person could lift that beast. It's face was caked with old blood, Menma nearly covered his nose at the rotten scent but kept his gaze fixed upon the second being who walked towards them, from the balcony above.

He was donned in golden armour as well, though this depcited a lion, a wonderous red plume out the back of his animal themed helm, he held in his hands a three pronged spear, a cross spike just under the thick white-silver metal head that looked like it could punch through a tank with enough force behind it.

"So...Which one do you want?" Asked Menma, drawing his Claymore and Bloodshield, once more fitting it so he could still launch surprise attacks against his foe.

"Well my dear friend, call me arrogant but I believe Smough, the larger one, could give me a wondrous fight." The smile on Solaire could be felt Menma chuckled and nodded, though a sound filled his ears, the sound of air being pushed. Menma and Solaire turned their attention back to the fight as Ornstein slid across the room and attempted to impale the Sunlight Warrior. Menma pushed Solaire away from the blow and blocked it with his shield.

"Come on, give me your worst." Challenged the Uzumaki, idly noticing the fact that he and his opponent stood at almost exactly the same height. The golden armoured man said nothing, d man said nothing, instead just thrusting his spear forth, Menma wove around the strike and hit the lion armoured man with a slash from his sword, Ornstein hopped back glancing at the wound, seeing it didn't damage his armour and his body felt fine he nodded ever so slightly to himself.

Lightning danced across his weapon as the Dragonslayer thrust the weapon forth a Lightning Spear shot towards Menma, the Uzumaki dashed forward, ducking under the spear and produced an azure flame, "Azure Combustion!" The flames impacted upon Ornstein's chest sending the Knight flipping back, causing more damage.

Menma looked over to Smough and Solaire, the Sunlight Warrior seemed to fairing well, but Menma was never one to let himself lose if he could avoid it. Creating a Chaos Fireball the burnt orange lava began to an to churn as it was caged in the blue flames. Menma smirked and lobbed the orb of flames towards its targets back. Smough released an ungodly scream as he staggered forth, Solaire began to slash with a new fury to exploit this opening his friend had given him.

Menma grunted, it seemed taking his eyes of the spritely Dragonslayer had been a poor choice, a spear head was rammed right through his stomach, his dull red eyes turned to stare at his attacker, "You done goofed." Menma's grin stretched as another rose up from Ornstein's shadow, grappling the Dragonslayer into a full nelson. Menma stepped back and tore the weapon from his stomach, blood spilling out onto the floor. Fishing out an Estus Flash he greedily drank it down. The wound and puncture in his armour knitting together...Somehow.

Shlick!

A few specs of precious red-orange liquid spilled across the floor as the head of Dragonslayer Ornstein was seperated from his shoulders and fell upon the ground of the massive hall with a few sickening thuds. The blood of a Demi-god flooding under Menma's feet.

Drip...Drip...Drip.

The tip of his sword was bathed in it, a smirk found its way across his face. Looking across the room he saw Solaire roll backwards in an impressive display of agility and avoided being crushed under Smough's hammer.

Sheathing his sword Menma reached down and plucked the spear from the floor and adjusted it so he could throw it like a javeline, lightning up in a blaze of blue glory he lobbed it, it punched right through Smough's armour and into his shoulder making him stumble to the side.

Solaire rushed forth and stabbed his blade right through the throat of Smough's helm, the strangled gasp was all that was needed to know the deed had been done. Two powerful souls left their bodies, flooding their slayers with power.

Solaire felt even stronger, like he could find his own Sun and nothing could stop him, like he could pin a dragon and slay it with his bare hands.

Menma smirked and closed his eyes, sighing lightly. He felt like he dodged a bullet for some reason.

Little did he know that fight is supposed to be a rape-fest. He was just lucky the universe is somewhat kinder to him.

End of Chapter.