Streets of Fandom by the School Gate, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was as good a time as any to check on the horses. Arthur had just made his rounds in that regard, patting his own on the neck and checking them over for any signs of discomfort or trouble when he'd heard the noise.

It was Fandom. Unexpected noise was rarely a good thing. Especially while it was still dark out.

With a frown on his face, he'd ventured on out with his sword drawn, down to the gates.

Now he was there. And he was well aware of where the noise was coming from. Had, in fact, already texted as many as he could with a warning (and a mention of his position to Merlin) before the creatures had taken his phone.

Slicing through gremlin guts to get his Blackberry back was not how Arthur had expected the morning would go. Especially not at this hour.

[[ ooopen. ...and let's just say it's still darkish out here, shall we? i totally know my gremlin canon. yes. ]]

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[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula was out and about for her morning walk when she heard the sounds of fighting. Arthur was there fighting against green, slimy creatures. She raised a brow then drawled, "Need help?"

[bitchprince]

"Not particularly, but don't let that stop you," he said, gritting his teeth.

There was a gremlin throwing things at him; it made it hard to approach.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Let it never be said Azula never lent a hand when needed, she charged up a fireball and tossed it at the gremlin. There was squealing, indignant screams and several gremlins finally noticing Azula's presence.

"Run along and grab your gadget, Arthur."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

That running you were hearing? That would be Merlin, flailing his way over to the fight.

He'd gotten so out of practice with this sort of thing.

"...what are they?" Merlin asked, looking around.

[bitchprince]

"They look like gremlins," Arthur panted, taking a second's reprieve of the fighting while his eyes trained themselves on his assailants. "Does it really matter?"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula glanced at Merlin, a gremlin eager to bite her head was rewarded with a quick stab on the throat with the fire dagger.

"Do you even know how to fight?"

[glacial_queen]

"Merlin!" Karla called, pushing a few of the creatures out of her path with Craft. "The dorms--breached. Do we split the Reserves up--school, dorms, town?"

[future_sandworm]

Leto had headed out for a walk when he heard the noise, and soon noticed what was going on. Instinctively he drew his crysknife, then leapt forward to stab the nearest one.

Arthur may be terribly annoying, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to assist him. This had nothing to do with the man frequently telling him he was only good at talking.

[bitchprince]

Sure.

Honestly, Arthur was a bit surprised to see Leto even remembered how to fight. He sliced off one gremlin's head with a clean blow. "They're wily!" he called; grievances had no place on the battlefield.

Not that he trusted Leto any anymore. Dammit. "Watch your back!" ...a little, then.

[puppy_fair]

See, this was normally the time of day that Zack set aside for running laps of the island with the added weight of his sword on his back. In fact, he was on his way back from that run now, a few bloody smears staining his uniform already. Most of it wasn't his.

"So, let me get this straight," he was saying, idly, to a gremlin that had seen fit to bite him on the arm. It was now backing away from Zack at swordpoint. "Your bites don't make people go crazy. They don't even make people depressed, they just... bleed a lot?"

The gremlin gave a desperate sort of nod. Zack just rolled his eyes at it.

"Wow. You guys are boring."

And then the gremlin didn't have a head anymore.

[bitchprince]

"Zack!"

Arthur had been out here fighting these things for what felt like a full hour. He wasn't as much interested in witty banter. "Have you seen the state of the island?"

He needed to know how far this thing had spread.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce had been settling into something of an exercise routine that included an early morning run. This morning he had the unpleasant experience of nasty little creatures trying to attack him as he ran through town. After the second time this happened, Bruce decided it might be a good idea to head back to the dorms and see if anyone knew anything about whatever this was.

And then he saw the group of people fighting even more of these creatures.

"This is one of those invasions, isn't it?" Bruce asked as he got close to the others. A gremlin jumped onto his back, but found itself quickly thrown over his shoulder to the ground.

[bitchprince]

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

Arthur Pendragon: master of the deadpan in battle.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Timothy Desmond, Son of the Great Hern, Dread and Puissant Champion of the Fae, and manager of The Android's Dungeon knew he had to go check on his business to make sure it, and whoever was on duty that day were okay.

But first he thought he'd stop by the school to make sure the school was being defended. Clearly he needn't have worried.

Also clearly, he'd run into a few of the little buggers on his way up here.

"Looks like you guys got it under control." Tim said.

[bitchprince]

"We do," was the short version of the answer. "Get to town, see if there's any more villagers under attack."

[glacial_queen]

Karla was not a happy witch. Discovering that Luna had turned into something evil and slimy and then having to kill her before she tore Mini-Morton apart was not a nice way to wake up on a Saturday.

She was already handwavily alerting the Magic Reserves by the time she got Arthur's message. It wasn't long afterwards that she was showing up, ready to kill more of these things.

[bitchprince]

It was still relatively dark out, and so the gremlins were still active, crawling around the streets. It was a little quieter now, though; you had to listen for them.

"Karla," Arthur called. "How's the dorms?"

No time for pleasantries.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

From around a street corner, two bisected gremlins flew through the air to splatter in the middle of the street.

And also from around the street corner was a rather pumped-up Gunn carrying his "homemade" battle axe.

"That's how we handle things in my neighborhood!" Gunn shouted at the dead gremlins. "Come on! Who else want's a piece of me?!"

Apparently that would be the two gremlins on the lampost who jumped down on top of Gunn.

"Oh! So that's how we're going to play?" Gunn growled as he flung one of them off.

Believe or not? He's having fun.

[bitchprince]

"Charles!"

... First names again. Hi, Gunn, meet the medieval guy.

"How long have you been out in the streets?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

A rather gremlin entrail-encrusted Worf appeared, growling as he speared yet another gremlin with his bat'leth.

"I knew they were a security risk."

[bitchprince]

"Well, we're dealing with it now," Arthur shot back, dealing with his own gremlin troubles rather admirably.

... by ignoring the freaky-looking one giving him the eyes.

"They're gathering inside as well."

[exspeedydotcom]

Roy had his quiver, and he had a bow. Not his bow, just some random bow he'd grabbed from the weapons lockers. This one had an actual normal pull weight, and many a gremlin had already been skewered.

Except that one over there who'd gotten hit by a glue bomb arrow he'd grabbed accidentally. It was currently stuck to the cobblestones and struggling. Roy was ignoring it in favor of yanking arrows out of gremlins for reuse. "Yo," he said mildly, then spun on his heel to shoot another one, lightning-quick.

[bitchprince]

"Good to have you here," Arthur said. His voice might have held a dubious hint, but he wasn't about to elaborate.

He was a little preoccupied with stabbing the gremlin Roy had left behind.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco didn't like it when cute things tried to bite him. It was a thing. So now there was a wolf in front of the school, growling and ready to snap at anything that got too close. And yes, he was still a female wolf. Not that most people could tell.

[bitchprince]

"You're not Blind Seer."

...Which meant you were just talking to a wolf, Arthur.