Bsh awoke to find himself tied to a chair in a basement lit by only a single lightbulb protruding from the roof. “Where am I?” he said aloud. Bsh didn’t remember how or why he had been knocked out, or to how long he was out but everything fcking hurt.
A drop of water fell from the roof and hit Bsh in the face. This caused the memories to flood back. The mission. The fight with Airmax. And oh God, YYW.”If I’m here, captured, that can only mean one thing. Shit.”
“Classic,wake up. Do NOT go to sleep” a voice was saying. But Classic didn’t want to wakeup. It was so confusing, all Classic really remembered was pain and Zaradi dragging him away from…a sword fight? Oh, the battle. They must have lost. Bobbert tried to rouse himself but the dizziness in his head was so acute that he wasn’t sure he could…
Suddenly a sledgehammer hit Classic in the face and he went flying. At least that’s what it felt like. Bobbert opened his eyes to see Zaradi standing over him, fist clenched and cocked, ready to hit him again yelling “Do not die on us, we need every available sword and that’s is an ORDER.
“You got banged up pretty badly. Can you stand?”
“I…I think so.” Classic stood up. His last clear memory was of a snarling, bearded man in a tricorner hat about to gut him with a dagger before Zaradi picked him up and literally flung him into the ocean.
“Where is everyone?” Classic asked dumbly.
“Use your imagination.” Zaradi snapped.
“Oryus? YYW? Angelofdeath? Darkkermit?”
“Dead, missing, dead, dead.”
“I’m not sure”.
“Oh my God, where is Thett3?”
“I’m right here Bobbert.” And there he emerged from the trees, long scratches along his exposed chest, and a large dent in his crown. His blonde hair was tousled and he looked weary but Classic had never been so happy to see anyone in his life.
“I’m right here, and Zaradi is about to die” And with that Thett3 threw his jeweled dagger at Zaradi, who quickly dodged it and threw his in return. Thett3 must have lost his sword on the beach because he grabbed a pole of bamboo and tried to use it as a quarterstaff to smack Zaradi, who did the same thing and they both broke their makeshift weapons in one swing.
“Guys,what are you doing?!” Classic yelled
“A good captain doesn’t leave his crew.” Thett3 snarled “Zaradi snuck up behind me and hit my head, then carried me out.”
“You know where my loyalties lie Thett. My orders were to accomplish the mission at all costs, and that meant keeping you alive as you’re the only one who knows what Lucky’s mansion is like inside—“
“How do you intend to defeat Lucky three men Zaradi?”
Zaradi gave a very thettesque smile. “I have a plan.”