//------------------------------// // Chapter XXI- For Mother Russia and Father Scotland! // Story: Schoolhouse Shenanigans! // by Dragonborne Fox //------------------------------// "Blake." Lance sighed as he walked up to the half-demon. "Yes?" Replied the half-demon curiously. "You. Me. Plains. War. Tomorrow evening after the moons rise." Lance answered sternly, his face darkening. "Oh. Right. That. I see. Very well then." Blake smiled deviously. His green eyes flashed crimson for a mere moment as his grin widened. Anna and Natz eyed them from the second floor stairway, and both were nervous until 'after the moons rise' flew out of Lance's mouth. "They're really going to have a contest of moon-endowed strength?" Anna asked worryingly. "Seems like. I don't know if a peanut gallery is allowed." Natalie answered, cringing. She turned to the archer before saying, "Anna, just how in Tartarus did you become a werewolf?" Anna let off a nervous chuckle and her face turned red in embarrassment. "I'd rather not answer," She replied, turning her gaze away from Natz and towards a vase. Natalie could make out very faint bite marks on the margin between shoulder and neck. "Please tell me you didn't do it during a full moon." Cringed the wizard as her left eye twitched. "I...kinda had to." Anna sighed as she glanced towards her mage-friend. Her eyes had changed to those of the wolf within already. Her teeth grew sharper as she spoke, "It was really awkward. Being a werewolf has its perks, I suppose." "True." Answered the wizard as she glanced in the direction of the bathroom window. She walked towards it before peeking out of it and looking towards Crystalis Fantasia. Luna was raising the twin full moons off in the distance. They shined a brilliant gold. A hand tapped her shoulder, causing Natz to whirl around in surprise. "M-Matt! Quit scaring me!" Complained the wizard with a sigh of relief. She then noticed his eyes had changed as well. "Don't look at me," Matt sighed with a face-palm, "I woke up with an injury on my arm and I dunno who to blame." Well, he's still the same despite him becoming a hairball before my very eyes. Natz thought, But I still wonder what I should do... "I'mma have a talk with my half-brother after the war ends." Matt sighed again as a bushy blond wolf's tail wagged for a bit before drooping down. "I'll bet it was his fault." ~~~~~~~ The following day after the blue moons rose and graced the plains with their soft blue light, a skeleton army was placed opposite an army whose ranks were filled to the brim with all sorts of machines. Heading the skeleton-zombie army was Blake and heading the machine army was Lance, who was in werewolf form. "Sometime today, bird-brain!" Blake called accusingly. "CHARGE!!!!" Lance howled in absolute fury as machine and corpse crossed path and sword. Lasers were fired from both sides--magically natural against artificial. Blake sat there watching the whole war unfurl whilst he enjoyed a glass of apple cider. Lance was busy crushing all opposition by running almost everything over with his tank. Bones were sent flying and so were screws and bolts. More lasers decimated both sides of the battlefield. Blake had just finished his drink when he saw Lance duck into the hatch of the tank. He was going to make a comment along the lines of 'giving up already' when he saw a giant missile emerge in place of the werewolf. It launched into the sky and suddenly came back down at a hastening rate. In response, the half-demon grew his wings and flew up and up to meet the Nuke. His hands met with the head of the missile, and it was then he noticed that his Giant Skeleton familiar was having difficulty with the intruding machina. Eying a solitary tree as a lightbulb appeared above his head, he snatched said tree from the ground to which it stood and tied the nuke on its end. The Giant Skeleton saw this new plaything and took it from his master before proceeding to lay the utter smackdown on Lance's army. Miraculously, the bomb didn't go off--meaning Lance done screwed up somewhere. Blake then released the Lunar Eclipse Overdrive--which gave all supernatural creatures of the night triple stat boosts. Even though he himself got the boosts thanks to his lycanthropy, Lance was still overpowered. Having no choice, he waved the white flag of defeat. The half-demon walked up to the Nazi and removed a baseball glove that was on his hand. And then smacked him with it over and over until he was knocked out. Yakety Sax played the whole time. Lance just stood there and took the beating like a champion, though he still could not believe he lost to a half-Scottish man. Yes, Blake's father was a Scot and nobody knows what his mother's nationality was. For all we know, she could've been Greek. Let's just assume she's Russian. ~~~~~ "Which one of ya cheeseheads turned me into a furball?" Matt asked with a sigh, glaring at Lance and Anna. Both remained silent, beads of sweat visible on their foreheads. "Which one of you was it?!" Matt hissed, his voice rising in anger. "I-I did." Anna confessed before breaking down into tears. "I-I pers-suaded her. I-I was t-told th-that....we-we'll l-live longer if we...uh..." Lance lost all strength to finish the sentence as he hugged Anna tightly. Matt's expression went from angry to downright shocked. "We'd....live longer?" "Y-Yeah." Lance nodded nervously, "S-So I thought th-that it'd be better that way." Matt went over the facts in his head: Katie was pretty much semi-immortal thanks to reincarnation, Blake was almost fully immortal, he wasn't quite so certain about Fenrir... he had to admit that the Nazi was sadly correct. "Do we have to turn everybody?" Matt asked. As nervous as he was, Lance only nodded again. "Fine." Matt groaned. "Next time, just tell me these things, bro. It's gets me all antsy when something happens behind my back and I don't know about it until the next day." "O-Okay." Lance answered.