05-29-2015, 11:32 AM
Mickey’s fingers tightened around the Master Sword as the foursome began their trek through the forest. Something about the blade felt altogether familiar to him, though he could not quite place his finger on what it was. A weird type of energy surged through him, and he felt altogether reunited with the magic that the collar had stripped of him. Deep down, he knew that he still probably couldn’t summon the powers of Light in this gruesome arena, but he felt reinvigorated by the Light within this sword. And with the blue-hilted sword in his right hand and the energy-firing glove strapped on to his left, he knew that he would be able to defend his new friends from whatever stumbled upon them.
He struggled to believe that night was already falling again. It seemed like such a short time ago, he and Erza had been making their picnic, watching the sunrise. A lot had happened since the black-haired man had thrown that weird bomb thing between them, breaking up their little party. Things had gotten… significantly more intense, to say the least. Now, as the mouse looked around their motley crew, he saw a pretty burned-up Erza and a bounty hunter that still clutched her side where she had been mauled.
Samus seemed to be in a little bit better spirits, though, since affixing the Flak Cannon to her armor. Mickey knew that it had to be a relief, once again holding a weapon she felt comfortable using. Though it wouldn’t have surprised him if this was some futuristic-looking swordswoman—heck, at this point, barely anything in the Omniverse surprised him—she didn’t really look the type to go around all medieval. Mickey, on the other hand, much preferred the sword to having to worry about aiming. Sure, he shot spells from time to time, but most of his skill was in his swordplay. After all, he hadn’t trained in the Country of the Musketeers for nothing.
Their train weaved through the woods, Harry and Erza up front, Samus in the middle, and Mickey holding up the rear. The mouse quickened his pace just a bit, trying to get even with the armored bounty hunter. “Samus!” he called out, catching up to her, “Samus, I just wanted to say—”
“Don’t,” the bounty hunter shook her head, glancing down at the two-foot tall mouse, “If you can use it better than me to defend the group, that’ll be thanks enough.” She turned her gaze back toward where they were going, and Mickey smiled meekly. For a couple of moments, the pair walked in virtual silence. The forest grew darker and darker above their heads as the sun continued its descent. Soon, it would be tough to make their way easily, but they knew they couldn’t stop moving. Not with that storm on its way. They had to find better shelter.
Mickey turned and looked behind the group, making sure they weren’t being snuck up on, and then let his gaze fall back on the bounty hunter. “But actually, thank you,” he insisted, letting his eyes fall to the ground.
Samus laughed a bit.
Mickey grunted. “I’m not funny,” he scowled, looking away from the woman. She shook her head, still chuckling.
“A little,” she stated simply. “Where did Omni find a walking, talking mouse swordsman, I wonder?” Mickey’s eyes went just a little bit wider at the mention of the man—was he a man?—that had abducted him from his homeland. He supposed that he should have realized that Samus, Erza, and Harry had all been abducted too—after all, that’s what it meant to be a “Prime,” apparently—but the thought hadn’t registered until right now.
“From a very nice land,” Mickey reminisced, thoughts of his realm springing to his head, “that I miss very much.” All of a sudden, even the Master Sword couldn’t keep him from feeling just a little bit sad.
“We all miss our homes, Mick,” Samus replied, and though he couldn’t see the woman’s face through her visor, her tone made him imagine that she wore a frown to match his. Mickey wondered, idly, how long the bounty hunter had been here; just a few days, like himself, or even longer? Did the pain stay this present?
After a few beats of silence, Mickey asked the question he had been too afraid to ask, though he had wanted to ask someone—anyone—for days. “Do you think we’ll ever make it back?”
Samus stopped in her tracks, averting her gaze from the mouse and looking down at the ground. For a few moments, she didn’t answer, but she knew that the mouse needed her to say something. “I don’t know, Mick,” she shrugged, “but I’m starting to think it’s less and less likely.”
Up ahead, Harry and Erza had stopped, too. “Hey, no time for stalling,” Harry called out to the now very-depressed pair a couple of yards behind them, “We gotta keep going.”
The mouse and the bounty hunter hurried up as much as they could, closing the gap between the two of them and the two in front. Once again, Mickey let his grip on the Master Sword get even tighter. He felt like its power was rushing through him, invigorating him. All of a sudden, his collar beeped ever so slightly. He reached up with his armored hand and touched it, his eyes flitting around to make sure no one else had noticed the noise.
They seemed none the wiser. Mickey did not know what had just happened, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.
He struggled to believe that night was already falling again. It seemed like such a short time ago, he and Erza had been making their picnic, watching the sunrise. A lot had happened since the black-haired man had thrown that weird bomb thing between them, breaking up their little party. Things had gotten… significantly more intense, to say the least. Now, as the mouse looked around their motley crew, he saw a pretty burned-up Erza and a bounty hunter that still clutched her side where she had been mauled.
Samus seemed to be in a little bit better spirits, though, since affixing the Flak Cannon to her armor. Mickey knew that it had to be a relief, once again holding a weapon she felt comfortable using. Though it wouldn’t have surprised him if this was some futuristic-looking swordswoman—heck, at this point, barely anything in the Omniverse surprised him—she didn’t really look the type to go around all medieval. Mickey, on the other hand, much preferred the sword to having to worry about aiming. Sure, he shot spells from time to time, but most of his skill was in his swordplay. After all, he hadn’t trained in the Country of the Musketeers for nothing.
Their train weaved through the woods, Harry and Erza up front, Samus in the middle, and Mickey holding up the rear. The mouse quickened his pace just a bit, trying to get even with the armored bounty hunter. “Samus!” he called out, catching up to her, “Samus, I just wanted to say—”
“Don’t,” the bounty hunter shook her head, glancing down at the two-foot tall mouse, “If you can use it better than me to defend the group, that’ll be thanks enough.” She turned her gaze back toward where they were going, and Mickey smiled meekly. For a couple of moments, the pair walked in virtual silence. The forest grew darker and darker above their heads as the sun continued its descent. Soon, it would be tough to make their way easily, but they knew they couldn’t stop moving. Not with that storm on its way. They had to find better shelter.
Mickey turned and looked behind the group, making sure they weren’t being snuck up on, and then let his gaze fall back on the bounty hunter. “But actually, thank you,” he insisted, letting his eyes fall to the ground.
Samus laughed a bit.
Mickey grunted. “I’m not funny,” he scowled, looking away from the woman. She shook her head, still chuckling.
“A little,” she stated simply. “Where did Omni find a walking, talking mouse swordsman, I wonder?” Mickey’s eyes went just a little bit wider at the mention of the man—was he a man?—that had abducted him from his homeland. He supposed that he should have realized that Samus, Erza, and Harry had all been abducted too—after all, that’s what it meant to be a “Prime,” apparently—but the thought hadn’t registered until right now.
“From a very nice land,” Mickey reminisced, thoughts of his realm springing to his head, “that I miss very much.” All of a sudden, even the Master Sword couldn’t keep him from feeling just a little bit sad.
“We all miss our homes, Mick,” Samus replied, and though he couldn’t see the woman’s face through her visor, her tone made him imagine that she wore a frown to match his. Mickey wondered, idly, how long the bounty hunter had been here; just a few days, like himself, or even longer? Did the pain stay this present?
After a few beats of silence, Mickey asked the question he had been too afraid to ask, though he had wanted to ask someone—anyone—for days. “Do you think we’ll ever make it back?”
Samus stopped in her tracks, averting her gaze from the mouse and looking down at the ground. For a few moments, she didn’t answer, but she knew that the mouse needed her to say something. “I don’t know, Mick,” she shrugged, “but I’m starting to think it’s less and less likely.”
Up ahead, Harry and Erza had stopped, too. “Hey, no time for stalling,” Harry called out to the now very-depressed pair a couple of yards behind them, “We gotta keep going.”
The mouse and the bounty hunter hurried up as much as they could, closing the gap between the two of them and the two in front. Once again, Mickey let his grip on the Master Sword get even tighter. He felt like its power was rushing through him, invigorating him. All of a sudden, his collar beeped ever so slightly. He reached up with his armored hand and touched it, his eyes flitting around to make sure no one else had noticed the noise.
They seemed none the wiser. Mickey did not know what had just happened, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.
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