The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was a Monday.

It had been a normal weekend.

Arthur, ergo, was in the salle, practicing his staffwork for once. He did have a battle with Mat due tomorrow which was going to be pushed towards next week due to a sudden case of the fox, SPOILERS and it wouldn't do to show up in anything but perfect fighting shape.

He made for a few impressive sweeps through the air as he practiced, showing off for his (Merlin-y) audience as usual.

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[puppy_fair]

It was weirdly effective! Ten points for Team Arthur!

"That's about it, isn't it? If it's out there, terrorizing people, you take it down. Or blow it up, if that's what it takes."

A beat.

"I bet it was messy."

[bitchprince]

Well, good, because if this hadn't worked he'd be forced to resort to noogies.

Arthur didn't do emotional well. Could you tell?

"It took me two hours to get it out of my hair," he complained.

[puppy_fair]

"Sounds like that time the alligators attacked," Zack noted, clinging to the complete topic switch like it was a lifeline. "Took me all that night to get the reptile out of my hair and clothes, and then the next day? I found myself in detention and I ended up knee-deep in it all over again."

Which, he really didn't need to add, was really, really gross.

[bitchprince]

Arthur wrinkled his nose. "I've fought a great deal of creatures back home," he said, "And yet I had to come to Fandom to find any number of them that actively enjoyed messing you up."

... yes, okay, Arthur was fond of his hair.

[puppy_fair]

"That's the one thing I miss about where I'm from," Zack noted, frowning thoughtfully. "When you kill a monster? It just disappears. None of this guts and gore clinging to your clothing. And they leave things behind, too. Gil, sometimes armor. Stuff like that."

[bitchprince]

"I've heard about that," he replied, thoughtful in kind. "Although it does leave you to wonder where they go..."

Zack was no longer moping. Mission succesful.

[puppy_fair]

Zack gave his head a shake.

"Like heck if I know," he noted. "Back where they came from, I guess. Summons just disappear when you defeat them, too, but I don't think it's quite the same. You can call on them again, after all, so they can't really be dead."

It wasn't too difficult to pull Zack out of a mope. Just present him with shiny things and convenient distractions, and he'll cling to them for dear life.

[bitchprince]

"Some kind of magic," he mused. "Oh well."

Then shook his head and reached over to clasp Zack's shoulder with one manly hand gesture. "Zack," he said, finally, "Figure out where your loyalties lie, follow your honour, and stay with your duty. It's the only thing you can do."