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Streets of Fandom by the School Gate, Saturday Morning

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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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?"

"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.

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."

Arthur shot her a wary look. He was aware of who she was, yes, and he'd heard the stories about Dinah.

But a hand was a hand.

"Keep an eye on your flanks," he said, simply, darting over to the gremlin with his sword ready.

Azula snorted. Please. This was not her first skirmish.

"So," she began, dodging a swipe at her. "Is there a reason why these creatures suddenly appeared ready to tear your guts open?"

She closed her right fist summoning her blue fire and shaping it into a dagger. The next time it swiped at her again, she discouraged it by flicking her fire dagger at its wrist, slicing it open.

"None that I can see," Arthur said, tearing through the offending gremlin's throat with his sword. He leaned down to pick up his phone and shoved it down his pockets just in time to block a swipe coming at him. "They're attacking--"

He kicked it away.

"...indiscriminately."

"Invasion?" She may sound a little too amused at the prospect. She glanced at the gate. The creatures must have some intelligence because they seem to be forming a blockade.

"Anymore gadgets you need retrieving?" She asked then added, "These things are attempting to block our passage back to the gates."

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.

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.

If there had been a list of people Arthur was thrilled to fight alongside, Azula would be marked down at the bottom (possibly with the words not even on pain of death) attached.

The prospect of being blocked off from the school with her was not a great one.

"None at all," he said, taking up a position to the far left that, coincidentally, left him out of her general area. "Drive apart the blockade first; we'll make our way to the school."

"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?"

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.

"Well, I suppose not," Merlin replied slowly, moving around Arthur to keep anything attacking at bay. "Are you alright?"

A backwards stab took care of the one behind him, then he kicked the others aside. Yes, he did remember how to fight, he just saw no reason to constantly talk about it.

"Where do they come from?"

"I'm fine!" Barring a few scratches.

Of course, being Arthur, 'fine' covered everything from being the picture of health to walking around with massive gauges in his back, so how reliable that answer was...

"They're heading up to the school!"

"I'm not too sure," Arthur grunted, stepping back as one eyed him rather maliciously. Disturbing. "But they seem to have some resemblance-- to those things from yesterday."

Arthur didn't talk about it all the time, but if you were a decent warrior, it should come up (and not involve you constantly turning into a tree).

Exactly.

"Mmhmm," Merlin replied, taking a deep breath to attempt something new with a blast of frost like Zack had done that first invasion with the alligators. "ðu bist swá céle swá gicel."

"They are a lot more aggressive," Leto said, stating the obvious. "And less interested in music, I guess." He stabbed another one that got too close. "Explosives would be more efficient."

Unlike Arthur, Leto didn't feel the constant need to prove himself. And the tree thing wasn't his fault.

...You know, Arthur hadn't noticed anything like gremlin whiskers until that one seemed to gain some ice hanging off of it.

...And then Arthur wasn't paying any attention anymore, because another gremlin had started to throw rocks at him again. He had to duck and parry them with his sword.

"Don't you have a shield?" Merlin asked, making a mental note that the spell needed to be stronger. Maybe a bit more emphasis on key words.

"I wasn't exactly planning to be attacked on my way to the stables," Arthur snapped back, his path now set for the attacking gremlin.

At somewhat glacial speeds.

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.

"Unfortunately, we don't have any."

He gave his sword a twirl. The gremlin darted to the side. So did Arthur.

"I called in the reserves!" They might.

"But you had your sword?" Yes, Merlin. He had his sword.

Merlin rolled his eyes before he rather rudely had a rock thrown at his head as well. "Oi!"

"Good, I thought you were going to linger." Azula turned and with a circular motion swept her arms, flames shooting from her arms. The gremlins recoiled at the heat, driving them away from Azula's intended path. "Make sure you keep up, I don't do rescues."

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