Fan Fiction ❯ Blade of the Slayer: Three Warriors ❯ London Kid, Part 2 ( Chapter 11 )

Blade of the Slayer

Chapter 11: London Kid II

Everywhere I could look, there were dragonoids. They paced like hunting cats, on all sides, completely surrounding Tokyo and me. One lashed at Tokyo, but he jumped away quickly so the dragonoid only got a mouth full of air. Tokyo kept his sword pointed at the group on his side while I tried to keep some space between me and the dragonoids on my side.

"About a thousand…" Tokyo counted in his head. "…no duplication tricks. We're looking at half a drive."

"What's a drive?" I asked.

"A group of dragons is called a drive."

"And a thousand is half of one drive?"

"Yes."

I looked at him in alarm.

"One thousand is half of their army?! Tokyo, we can't even fight that!" He took a hand off his sword, and slapped me across the face.

"Quiet!" he ordered. "Don't let them know you're afraid. Now listen, Paris, you wanted us to work as a team, well, here's our chance."

"Whadaya mean?"

"Soldiers are pushovers. All of these look like number 40's. You should be able to kill them with no problem. I'll take on my half, you take on yours. It shouldn't take any more than a couple minutes."

"Sounds like a plan." I acknowledged, rubbing my cheek. "One thing, tho. Did you haveta slap me?"

"Get started, Paris!" Tokyo shouted, leaping for his side of the dragonoid barricade.

"Clara, dammit!" I shouted at him while impaling a dragonoid's skull without looking. "Get it right!" I turned back to my work, freed my sword, and sliced through another neck. I found myself chopping away at a new dragonoid with each swing of the sword. One after the other fell over dead easily as each tried to challenge me, or attack me from behind. Hey! This is easy! I thought. It's gotta be that new technology Ayla copied from Tokyo. I sliced through three more dragonoids, careful to watch my back from any neck biters. Black blood splattered everywhere I swung and dragonoids died left and right. Soon, I saw an opening in the barricade, the dragonoids were losing soldiers fast. I looked up for a moment to see the Eliter dragonoid on the building top. He watched on, unaffected by the massacre taking place. I didn't like that.

"Tokyo!" I called over my shoulder as I swiped off a dragonoid's arm. "I'm gonna get Juunanogou and call for help. We'll need back up!"

"No we don't!" Tokyo shouted back. I was too busy fighting to look at him. "This trap was set for us only! We can't drag the others into this!"

"Retreat!" The Eliter roared, and the remaining dragonoids ran for their lives. Tokyo flung some shuriken at the escaping lizards, and managed to hit five of them. The rest either escaped down the street or scampered into the nearby buildings.

"I counted one hundred escapees." Tokyo reported, jogging to my side. "100 out of 1,000…not bad."

"Not good, either." I informed. "This is all part of the plan. Our good buddy up there isn't concerned about his loss." Tokyo looked up at the Eliter, and I glanced at Tokyo. His face seemed to have red stripes of blood. He was wearing all black, so other bloodstains were impossible to see. The blade of his katana was coated in dripping blood. I guessed I looked just as bad. I felt blood on my face and clothes, but I couldn't tell how much. Tokyo looked back at me, trying to wipe his face off. He only managed to smear red streaks of blood around his eyes and mouth.

"I'm not sure what he's trying to accomplish." He mumbled. "If he was trying to wear us out, his efforts were in vain."

"Wait a minute…" I gasped. "What if…" I stared up at the Eliter, who was grinning down at us. I grew frightened as a very scary, possible option came to mind.

"What if what?" Tokyo growled. "Paris, what is going on?"

"Clara. What if he's testing us?" I breathed. "What if he's trying to see how good we really are?"

"But why would he send half a drive after us to do that?" he wondered. Suddenly, it struck him too. He looked horrified. He quickly sheathed his sword, and grabbed my wrist. "We could use that back up now. C'mon!" He started running, pulling me along with him by my wrist. The Eliter roared a signal, filling the air with millions of other dragonoid roars. I looked behind me to see approximately two-and-a-half drives of dragonoids giving chase.

***

I managed to shieth my sword as Tokyo towed me down the road, forcing me to run with him. I could hear five thousand dragonoid feet and voices behind us, but I didn't dare look back again. That sight was scary enough to imagine, let alone see it for real.

"I don't know if Kaguya, Ayla, and the old man will be much help!" I shouted to Tokyo over the noise of the pursuing soldiers.

"Be positive, Paris!" Tokyo yelled back at me.

"I am being positive! I'm positive that we can't win against these guys, and God damn you! Clara!"

"Even when your life is in danger, you'll still correct your name!"

"Just shut up and run!"

***

"Go that way!" I heard a dragonoid voice shout behind me. I turned and saw one of the leading soldiers pointing to the left. A majority of the drives turned away from the chase and ran down the branching avenue.

"They're gonna try to cut us off!" I warned Tokyo.

"Oh yeah?" He dared, "Which way did they go?"

"To the left!"

He turned right, and headed down another avenue.

"We'll take the long way out."

"Oh no!" I suddenly remembered. "Juunanogou! What if they find him?! He can't defend himself! They'll destroy him!"

"He'll be fine!" Tokyo assured me. "Just keep running!"

He didn't have to tell me twice. We both kept running down the street turning every which way, hoping to lose the dragonoids. Suddenly, we found ourselves in a court. There was no street left to run on, only houses and fenced off yards. The only place left to go was back the way we came, but the army was right behind us. We were forced to stop.

"Hide!" I suggested in panic.

"We don't have enough time for that." Tokyo shook his head. "Now, we have no choice but to fight." He unsheathed his bloody katana. I pulled out my dull red blade too.

"You know we're gonna die." I shivered.

"Our backs are against the well, we don't have a choice." Tokyo explained quietly. "And who said we were going to die? We won't die, as long as we work as a team."

The dragonoids gathered in front of us, blocking our only escape route. They all snickered in slyness, and hissed as they closed in for the kill. I gripped the hilt hard, and found myself breathing out of my mouth. I glanced at Tokyo, and saw him stand calmly ready for a losing battle. He glanced at me too.

"Try not to look frightened." He advised quietly. "Don't show them fear." I had never realized what a nice voice he had. I guess I had never heard him use a comforting tone of voice before.

"Aren't you scared?" I whispered to him. He didn't answer. I remembered back to earlier that day, when Kaguya was training Tokyo on the front lot. When Tokyo had to start over his routine he glared, he gnashed his teeth, he threw mental tantrums, but he didn't lose his temper or say a word. He just started over until he got it right.

If you're going into battle, you can't lose your patience. You need to focus, even when you're getting slapped around.

Now I understood the android named Tokyo Kid Series 2. Tokyo kept his feelings bottled up inside, kept them to himself. He believed feelings and emotions were weaknesses, so he always remained hard and stubborn until someone pushed the wrong button. If that was true…

"Y'know, Tokyo," I said a little louder, "I've always thought you were kinda cute." He blinked at me a couple times, then smiled.

"I've already told you that you're beautiful." He whispered, then turned back to the deadly barricade before us.

"Saying your last words?" a dragonoid asked us, causing the others to snicker. I looked back at them, and spread my feet into a defensive stance. Tokyo and I remained silent.

"If you robots have gods," another hissed, "then say your prayers!"

"Come and get us!" I dared fiercely.

All the dragonoids roared in triumph…

***

…then in fear and pain! Tokyo and I watched in confusion as dragonoids dropped like flies to the ground in pairs. I made out a black blur zipping through the crowd of four armed monsters until each and every one of them was dead on the ground with a bleeding forehead.

The black blur solidified, and neither Tokyo or I could believe our eyes. It was a boy our height and age with cropped, brown hair, light skin, blue jeans, sneakers, and a black T-shirt with white letters that read: "All Your Base Are Belong To Us." He was only holding a small, long, shiny object that I couldn't quite see in his hand. His sword was sheathed at his side, so I guessed he was holding a dagger.

The boy looked up at us.

"Sheesh," he sighed through his smirk, "you two were doing just fine until you ran off like that."

"Huh?" I flatly asked.

"Who are you?" Tokyo wondered. Suddenly, the boy laughed, and his American accent suddenly changed.

"Hoye thay, Tokyo. I'd hope yued recognize me voice. Guess not." British?

"London!" Tokyo cried, then cried out in Japanese, "Masaka!"

"Well, believe it." The third android retorted in American.

"Aren't you suppost to be in Ireland?" I asked. I couldn't believe it myself: London Kid Series 3, the android that fights with no sword…

"I took a flight here." He explained. "A lot of dragonoid activity is centered in this area and down in San Francisco." Then he shrugged. "So, with the U.K. cleaned out, and this country still in trouble, and I was bored, so I came here. But now I can get more help with the two of you here…"

"So what?" Tokyo glared at him. "This all depends on you now? What about us?"

"You and Paris?" London wondered, looking me and Tokyo over. "Well, you two have everything under control, but you guys are messy." He waved his hands at us for emphasis. "You guys get blood everywhere! You look like something out of Night of the Living Dead. Nah," he decided against that notion, "more like Resident Evil 2."

"Oh God…" Tokyo moaned while I laughed behind my hand. So this was the third android…

Suddenly, the second part of the drive rushed up to the court, attempting to block us again. However, they laid eyes on London, and froze. Each one fell silent as London turned to them.

"Hiya boys." London greeted them with a spunky smile. "Whatchya'll up to, eh?"

"It's him!" one of them screamed. "It's the knifer!"

"Run for your lives!" they all screamed and roared as they started to fall back.

" 'Knifer?' " Tokyo and I asked. London held up the object in his hand: an ordinary, stainless steel, butter knife. "A kitchen knife?!" Tokyo and I screamed in surprise.

"Check this out." London began, running after the dragonoids. Suddenly, he became a black blur and started picking off poor suckers in the back. Dragonoids started dropping like flies. Tokyo snorted and ran in for the kill too. I ran for it too, not wanting to be left out of the action.

Three thousand dragonoids in one minute. Compared to the earlier one thousand dragonoids in three minutes with just me and Tokyo, that was a damn good improvement. I noticed London's technique: stab the sucker in the forehead and puncture the brain. But with a butter knife…uh…yeah…

"I'm impressed." I admitted, sheathing my sword after the mess was made.

"I'm appalled." Tokyo huffed, squeezing blood out of his long hair like water. "I hardly call a kitchen knife a weapon of a Slayer."

"I'm twice as appalled." London snapped, cleaning off the blood on his knife with two fingers. "You two are waaaaaay too sloppy! Look at you!" We did. My hair was stuck to my head and neck, and my trench coat protected most of me except for the front of my shirt. Tokyo looked like he had crawled out of a blood bath, he was drenched head to toe and probably to the bone. London was practically spotless.

"I guess we did get a little messy." I bit my lip, tasting blood on my face. "Oh well, it's part of the job. At least they're all dead, and that's what matters."

"Secondly," London added, holding up his knife, "if you don't like me using this, well you should have complained to my creator. He could kill dragonoids…" He paused to create suspense. "…with a toothpick."

"A toothpick!" Tokyo and I cried at the same time. London nodded in truth.

"I think I will complain to him." Tokyo huffed.

"Too late." London shook his head. "He's dead."

"Oh sorry." I instinctively said.

"Must all you Europeans show off at everything?!" Tokyo continued to huff and be bratty. I had to smile, Tokyo was just jealous that he wasn't strong enough to pull off such a feat.

"We don't show off." London informed. "We just do a dirty job and stay clean while doing it."

"How do you pull that off?" I wondered. "How can you kill a dragonoid and not get blood all over the place?"

"Good Lord," London shook his head at us, "you two have a lot to learn about modern day dragon slaying."

"So, you're here." We heard a dragonoid voice rumble with deep loathing. London flashed a smile of fake friendliness as Tokyo and I turned to face it. It was the Eliter dragonoid, the one who had set this whole thing up.

"The young prince Kappa." London identified. "A member of the Elite now, huh? Is the little baby growing up at last?"

"Kappa?" I wondered. Where had I heard that name before? …

"Hello London." Kappa growled in his throat. "Has it been one month already? It feels like ages."

"I see you two have already met." Tokyo muttered to London out of the corner of his mouth.

"An old British bloke of mine." London nodded. "Of all the buggers I've fought, he's the only one who's ever gotten away alive."

"Now I don't feel so bad." I smiled.

"I'm glad the three of you are together." Kappa suddenly smiled. "This makes matters so much more easier." All four of his arms reached behind his back, and the tip of his tail twitched back and forth.

"Easier for me too." I grinned. "Three against one, with no more armies to back you up? Not good odds on your part."

"My strength is equal to the army you fought."

"And I'm Mickey Mouse." I retorted. "Now put your hands out where I can see them!"

Kappa began to chuckle.

"Like this?"

Dramatically, he pulled out, one at a time, a fist clutching a long, wide, jagged edge sword. Now he out armed us four swords to two, three if London used his. Kappa pointed his swords at us as London stashed his knife away in his belt and drew his sword. It wasn't very impressive, a short sword with a two foot long blade and handle custom made to be held with one hand. Tokyo winced through his blood stained lips.

"Not that you're better off with your kitchen knife, London, but…"

"Chill." London cut him off. "It's not often I have to use this baby." He spread his feet, and held his sword by his head like a scorpion raising its tail for a poisonous sting. "Okay team, who takes the left and who takes the right?"

" 'Team?' " I wondered.

"We are a team, right?" London asked, expectantly.

I thought about that for a minute.

"Yeah." I agreed. "I'll take the left."

"I'll take the right." London volunteered cheerfully. "Hey Tokyo, you come up on his behind."

"Right." Tokyo acknowledged with determination.

Kappa stood ready, twitching his tail. He kept his eyes on the three of us. Suddenly, we all sprang foreword with our swords ready, shouting:

"LET'S GO!"

Hey! Wait! Why does the chapter have to stop now?! It's getting good!

Oh hi! London Kid here and reporting for duty! The next chapter of BOTS will be a kicker, guaranteed! There'll be fighting, blood, guts, humor, more secrets, and of course there will be ME! Stick around for the next fun and absolutely fabulous chapter of

Blade of the Slayer!