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Chapter 50 (v.1) - Fight With All Your Might

Submitted: December 10, 2014

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Fight With All Your Might:

Seth—

I stuck my Sword to stand up in the sand and sat in front of it, with Kotomi resting atop my head, and the little girl Lily was sitting on a large rock with her chin in her lap.

“Seth!” I heard someone yell. “Seth!”

“What?” I grumbled. “Who is that?!”

“It’s Marlette,” Kotomi yelled excitedly.

“Seth,” she panted as she slid to a stop in front of me. “I found one of Lance’s friends, her name is Trinity.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop the presses,” I declared when I saw her. “Y-y-you’re…Lance’s woman?”

“W-well I wouldn’t say she’s his woman,” Marlette began.

“Damn she’s a load off the eyes,” I yelled.

Trinity didn’t say a word, and instead, frantically looked around.

“Where’s Lance?” she asked. “He should be here—

“That little punk ran off to go get the pink-haired girl. Said he was gonna fight Lancelot or something,” I replied.

“We have to help him!” the girl yelled.

“No, no, he’s got this,” I sighed.

“Everyone, hey!” another voice yelled. “Good thing that Ayane girl directed us here.”

“Lucifer, Amberlin!” Trinity yelled. “Are you guys alright?! Wait…Lucifer, you’re bleeding!”

“Huh?” the man called Lucifer asked.

Wait...Lucifer???

“When you say Lucifer,” I began.

“Oh this,” Lucifer continued as he opened his cloak, showing the diagonal line running through his chest. “I did indeed suffer one injury when I did battle with Sir Bors, when I did not yet know the schematics of his Black Magic. But fear not, I’m alright.”

“That’s good, have you seen Rose, and Jackson, and Hunter and—

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there sugar queen,” said Amberlin. “Ayane is out looking for them.”

“You’re Lucifer Justice!” I yelled.

“Yes, I am,” Lucifer replied.

“Wait…THE Lucifer?” Marlette asked.

“Looks ten times sexier in person,” said Carla as she gazed at him lustily over the rim of her glasses.

“T-thank you ma’am,” Lucifer stammered.

“Well, since everyone is mostly here now, I guess all that’s left to do is wait,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Marlette asked.

“The rest is up to Lance now,” said Lucifer…

***

Millicent—

After giving her speech, my sister disappeared somewhere, leaving me with Lancelot and Lady Gwen. Gwen leaned up against a pillar with her hands folded and her eyes closed; but Lancelot stood at the ready, his hands held eagerly on his Sword.

Despite how grim the situation looked, I couldn’t help but feel hopeful, and a small smile played across my face.

“What is there for you to be smiling about?” Lancelot asked me. “The situation is utterly hopeless for you and your friends. Within the hour, they will all be lying at your feet…dead. You know this to be true. And yet you still smile, as if you have some form of hope.”

I closed my eyes for a brief second, still smiling, before I opened them and looked at Lancelot.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been In Love, Sir Lancelot,” I told him. “I’m not smiling because I’m hopeful that we will win, I’m smiling because at least in the end, the one I love is giving everything in his power to fight for me. And not only him, all of my friends, the people who matter most to me, the people who took on almost impossible odds to save me. That’s a debt that…I could never repay. They put their lives on the line for me, and they did what no one thought was possible. The very least I could do for them…is smile through this.”

Gwen opened her eyes and looked over to me while Lancelot kept the same expression on his face.

“What foolishness is this?” he asked. “Even with the threat of death so appallingly obvious and likely to come to pass, you hold out on some half-baked form of happiness. I…do not understand.”

I smiled wider at him.

“It’s because of Love, Lancelot,” I said. “Maybe one day…when someone who means the World to you is willing to put everything on the line for you…maybe then you’ll understand what it is that gives me hope. What it is that makes me smile even now.”

Lancelot looked at me, keeping the same look on his face, but I could tell that on the inside, he was desperately trying to figure me out. His mind was racing with confusion and…a small bit of curiosity.

“I see,” he said at last. Slowly, he raised his hand up to me. “Tell me then, would Love stop me from wrapping my fingers around your neck and choking the life from you? Would it stop me from crushing your Skull? How about if I tore your eyes out—would it stop me there?”

Though I became shocked at the cold cruelty he was showing, I could tell by the look on his face that he was being completely serious about all of this. However, as the two of us looked at one another, we both felt the ground trembling.

There was no mistaking it, a powerful force was approaching.

Next thing that happened was the ceiling bursting open, and through the dust and falling pieces of rock came a figure that dropped down on one knee. The man proceeded to stand up to his feet and throw the familiar spiky black hair from in front of his face with a wave of his head.

It was Lance…

Sir Lancelot turned away from me slightly and looked at him while Lance did the same. The two of them said nothing to each other, and instead, sent stares at one another. They weren’t angry, they weren’t even malicious in the looks they gave. It was a look of a mutual agreement to battle.

“Lance,” I gasped.

Lance looked up from Lancelot and met my eyes, and he gave me a small, cute smile. I was so happy that I had no choice but to smile back at him.

“Alright,” Lance sighed. “Why don’t you step away from Millicent?”

“Very well,” Lancelot replied. “For reasons unknown, the Queen still wishes for this one to remain living,” he said with a quick look back at me. He then turned back to Lance. “But you…Lance Blade…you have been a thorn in my side for far too long. Because of you, I have lost 8 of my Comrades.” Lancelot then drew his Sword and pointed it at Lance. “And because of this…you will die. Gwen, stay out of this battle.”

“Yes, I understand,” Lady Gwen replied.

To Lancelot’s surprise, Lance was smiling.

“You know, it’s funny,” he said. “I wasn’t really expectin’ you to be so eager to fight me. Last time, you were the one that goaded me into a fight, but it looks like I’m the one doing it this time. Does this mean…that I’ve proven to be an opponent worthy of a Duel with you?”

Lancelot paused before replying.

“Not worthy of a Duel,” said Lancelot. “Just an opponent worth killing with my own hands.”

Lance raised his eyebrow before changing his expression into a sly grin.

“That’s gotta count for something I guess,” he said.

The two of them then jumped forward and swung their Swords against one another. The ground cratered and peeled away as the wind ruffled my clothes and hair, forcing me to hold my hand up for protection.

“Lance,” I whispered.

Lance’s final battle with Sir Lancelot has begun at last…


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