Oh, boy, now I understand why ,,It ends with us" and ,, Shatter me" have taken over booktok - booktokers will never be able to recover mentally if they read books like ,, Ninth house", ,,The poppy war" and ,,Red rising".

Prompt #27 ~ Warfare

♫Till I Die♫

The fall of Garlemald's effects ran-through out the realm suddenly the shift of power had been flipped over. As many of the countrymen deserted, or those scattered, were pursued. Now they understood what it was like to be the spoils to war. Hunter's turned to prey. A privateer ship supporting under the banner of the Crimson. Chased pursued in the open seas of an attempted escape, a remnant squadron. Their division shattered as their Empire was crumbling to dust. The divisional commander of her ship was taking huge mortar's although the sea-vessel was sturdy and advanced, was taking blows, her men were taking hefty causalities, hearing in screams. They couldn't flee from this. In the fang's of revenge, under the skies of war, monsters were born. The people who once felt were fighting for righteousness, become no-better. These Privateer's were rejoicing. "Commander. Two more alliance accompanying vessels of the opposition have ascended over waves, we've nowhere to go!" The morale of her people were descending. "We've deserved this outcome. It was an honor." Her sentimental tone, spoke they'd rather imperial salute each-other, and commit suicide before becoming prisoners. Right in their contemplated end. The shift was about to turn again.

"A third vessel had wedged between the middle of their reinforcements!" Was shortly called out, giving them further, resolve of hopelessness, before... "Wait. The middle-vessel is bombarding the others!" Suddenly a massive ship rising over tides, removing the fake red Maelstrom banner had been withdrawn into an iconic pirate flag hoisted. Upon the bow-spirit was a tricorne-man. Treading past the destruction of two smaller privateers vessels. The ambush assault left them fodder out-maneuvered. Gathered man, etched in warpaint, they were banned ready for a fight. To intervene between this naval battle. The Seeker leapt back to his decks to bolster. "I would ask ye my Crew, within my helm. T' PRAY for yer enemies. Give them an early moment of silence. For these poor unfortunate soul's will b' educated, they'll earn their red-coats upon this Sun!" He roared and screamed with a warrior shout That followed behind others. "Give Boy-Lad his sea-legs. Let him earn his stripes t' walk over bones!" A crippled and amputated legless fighter crawled on the floor in disbelief, as Sol made augmented prosthetic legs. Unified chaos positioned, to invade the vessel of the privateer from behind. "Aid th' carrier of Garlean's, give all others no-quarter!" Viciously a stampede of leaps was drawn, it was anarchy. Projectiles flung back and forth, sniper shots from the crow's nest of the Worldly Finder started picking off them. Each Crewmate nearly about to be butchered by an opposition was protected by another, they fought as sword and shield, and reversed the roles. Rallied by a leader who was believed-long-flung dead. The brute Seeker skirmishes an assortment of parries to one of the swashbucklers before pulling out a sheathed revolver in the other hand and angling it under his chin and pulling the trigger in a massacre. Completely butchery. Blood of not his own making savagely drew over his face. As he bellowed another victoriously battle-cry that kept even his own injuries gaining on Crew to fight-on. The Garlean's left their hunker, to unity in bewilderment anyone would fight under their behalf. The Captain was almost executed by an aimed shot musketeer but was shot back by an assault rifle of the imperialist. The buccaneer brought terrifying laughter. "THEIR NUMBERS ONLY GIVE US MORE HEADS T' ROLL!" Not only bolstering morality to his own fighters, but also was making hesitation and fear start wearying the grip's of his oppositions, a tactician of dirty behavior. How long have they gotten to do anything they wanted? Or used the excuse of the Garlemald for them to justify or blame their heinous antics? These seas held no discrimination. Yet being constantly corrupted. Putrid borders, barriers for entries, they started skewering Beast Tribes because they strictly took advantage of the Calamity. They put a price-tag on the seas, owning it. Law and restricting and it's no different than what Captain's seen before, they're vindictive and greed-coated. Yet unlike Garlemald who were openly wanting to conqueror, the Maelstrom and Grand Companies alike played fantasy pretend. They're unbeatable, the good! Couldn't do any wrongs, existed of no poison. Bullshit, in war there was no such thing. It's a contest of ego. How many times had the Captain seen a Maelstrom get promoted after they violated his kinsmen, while preaching they were pirates... How many times did he watch them do nothing as people plead in the dirty-alleys before a gal went abducted and missing. These seas would find freedom from vile. Disarray and unorganized, suddenly being attacked by two-sides, the privateer's were being annihilated. Counter measured every-time they brought their marine scholars out, their magic was cancelled by the Historian of the Goldbrand, the purest faith in the Twelve, who brought them no harm, other than silencing their spells. The God's weren't on their side, they belonged to this pirate. That fiendish outcast hound of an Xaela, who ghoulishly shrieked, was feasting on arm's while slewing them in beheaded messes. A Quartermaster

followed by impaling them and hurling the smaller runt's of the enemies. Captain leapt up off that mountain of a Hellsguard on his Crew and bounced off his shoulders dexterously onto the stern. Exchanging in runaways some jumping overboard. "Draw them from th' seas back up here! Their corpses is unworthy t' share with the benthos!" Angry swarming came to their noisy vocalized leader. If they could just behead that blasted vermin then all of them would crumble to despair. He played defensively and evaded one of them about to slayed, was sniped from afar. The handicapped soldier got a puncturing stab on one of the men to protect his Captain before collapsing as his new leg's were already damaged and punctured. The Seeker picked up the adrenaline as blood cut's were protruding from his cheek. He threw his coat onto one of them and jabbed a series of quick deft dirks. A swishing blade came again as he relied on his above-feline scents. The thing he was mocked for by these giants. Doing a handstand leg, disarm from twisting the wrist of the deathly aggressor. The Seeker rolled away and jumped off the stern and swung a leap into the cabin, where he saw the frantic Head-Captain of this enemy helm, run-into, gathering up belongings to attempt plotting retreat. Unexpectedly a flintlock shot at his leg making him fall over all his glistening golds and gil he was trying to rummage into a burlap sack like a coward trying to recollect himself. He brought his own gun out but was disarmed by the wrist from another firearm shot, "Cap'n Daniwyrn... Ye have lost your sense. Recall me." These two knew each-other full and well, this was more than just a one-sided squabble, now. It held harboring emotion. "...Yer supposed t' b' blimey dead!" The callus blood-thirsty Seeker lowered his arm. "Dead is what ye did t' someone I loved. Well, I got yer message. Ye saw t' remove her head cause she moved t' me. If you couldn't have her, neither ov' us could." He lectured in all this chaos-warfare and took a menacing seat. "See, I am not here for revenge on you. This goes beyond that. Now, ye made a crime, sin I find very offensive..." The sea-wolf tried regaining himself while trying to also slowly scoot his bottom and get back his disarmed gun. Knowing was about to be sentenced to a horrific death, or believed. "You have tainted these seas, Daniwyrn. The punishment fer losing your sense. Is crueler than death by my hand. It's t' live as such." He shot the ear's respectively of the privateer. Then the Seeker stood up. Fiendishly brought out his coeurl toothed carved dagger and carved out eye to eye from his enemy. While he was screaming in anguish and incomprehensible pain never able to reel back. He cut that tongue like a fleeting ribbon.

Taking the senses of someone who lacked senses firstly. A fitting treatment, barbarically exercised. He bathed in all the blood over his inferior feline frame. "I know you can't hear me, see, nor speak, though I'm also a nice-guy, I'll leave ye with yer gun... if get the opportunity you should kill yourself." He'd savagely trail, beating his enemy who barely was functioning, stuck in a haze, discombobulated, suffering severe blood-loss. Loading and priming the revolver with one bullet, he'd force it into the arm's of his blind foe and make him squeeze it. Captain walked out as if this was just a regular circumstance. The duty of returning. Closing the cabin door. Hearing a procedure gun-shot ring-throughout. A signal was overhead horned, "They've got more crimson reinforcements!" The battle sizzled and the sparks were over. "Let us gather up, plunder post-haste. Burn this shite down." They took the Garlemald survivors and retreated, licking wounds but won victorious.

Convex Grunt

@martuzzio has this awesome hermitcraft space outlaws au that I highly suggest you guys check out. And when a Convex grunt was mention I knew I had to right something. This is just scene that I immediately saw in my head. And please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language and I’m still very new to writing, so if you have any tips or suggestions to improve this please tell me :) Also the Convex grunt design in this is based off of @side-of-art‘s there are also a lot of scenes in here inspire by other people.

Enjoy

SV-L67’s head pounded and he couldn’t seem to feel his body. His mouth felt like a desert and his heart beat in erratic patterns. He blindly reached towards his leg holster for his blaster, only to find nothing there. SV-L67’s brows furrowed and his lips pulled downwards into a frown, as he reached towards where his weapon should’ve been once again, a light flicked on above him and he blinked rapidly against the harsh brightness.

The scene above him slowly rendered into focus and SV-L67 couldn’t help but feel like his eyes are deceiving him when a female with eyes so brown they reminded him of his planet’s soil stared down at him from above. When the female blinks and the corners of her mouth turns upwards in a small grin, SV-L67 felt his heart leap up into his throat and he leaped off the bed so fast he almost collided with the female. A thousand questions whirled around his head as SV-L67 pushed himself against the wall of the room.

SV-L67’s eyes darted desperately over every inch of the room searching for an escape. In the center of the room stood a bed surrounded by various medical equipments and machines. From the other side of the room, the female regarded him with a look of great caution, her brown locks flowed down to right below her ears and a tight frowned replaced the smile that she previously wore. Her hands were raised in front of her as if she was talking to a scared animal. SV-L67 felt his heart jump again as two figures appeared behind her. They stood behind the only window in the entire room. The male on the left hid a fierce scowl behind his bushy beard. His crystal-like eyepatch glistened under the artificial light and his prosthetic and organic fists were both clenched at his sides. The male on the right had a much more neutral expression set on his face. His lavender skin was marked with scars. A nasal cannula stretched across his face and his gleaming purple eyes promised pain if SV-L67 even thought about harming the female in front of him.

SV-L67 felt his eyes widen and his breath hitch as his mind screeched to a halt, there was only one person in the universe that had such a distinct appearance as the man on the right, and that person is Xisumavoid, the legendary leader of the Hermits. Which meant that- he once again inspected the other two beings in his line of sight -the other male was Iskall, and the female must be Stress.

SV-L67 shifted into a defensive position as Stress crept towards him. He held his hands out in a warning but she still continued to get creep closer.

SV-L67’s tail lashed against the wall and he hissed, his golden eyes narrowing in anger.  

“What do you want?” He hissed with a lung rattling wheeze.

Stress stopped in her tracks, and behind her slightly crouched frame, SV-L67 could see Xisumavoid and Iskall seemingly communicating with their eyes. The two males locked gazes for a few more moments before the mercenary begrudgingly left.

SV-L67’s attention was once again drawn back towards Stress as the medic murmured in a tentative voice,

“You were injured during the Convex invasion.”

And with that one sentence, SV-L67 felt everything slam into him like a smack to the face. The Convex had planned this invasion for months on end. They thought that they had everything planned out, every single step was laid out in meticulous detail. They thought that they would be able to end this criminal organization once and for all.

SV-L67 only had short flashes of the actual battle, but based on the position he was in right now, SV-L67 could guess that it didn’t turn out too well.

“We just want to help.” Stress said, shaking SV-L67 out of his thoughts, “how are you feeling?”

SV-L67’s eyes darted between the cold-gazed admin and the healer, his mind jumping from one thought to another.

“Numb.” He answered hesitantly, his voice weak with a dry hack.

Stress’s form relaxed, she sighed and her eyes twinkled in pride, “that means the medicine is working.” She told him.

Another form appeared next to Xisumavoid, a female with long locks of blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. She was holding something in her hand with a grip so tight SV-L67 worried that it was going to shatter. He assumed that this was FalseSymmetry, the merciless fighter.

A hidden door opened, revealing a long hallway, and the admin finally spoke up.

“Follow us.” He said, and SV-L67 couldn’t help but be surprised at the youth in his voice. SV-L67 stood up straighter and hesitantly shuffled towards him

As he reached the doorway, FalseSymmetry held the item in her hand towards him, it was cup filled with pinkish liquid. SV-L67 tentatively reached for the cup, and he glanced towards the fighter as he wrapped his paws around the cup.

“Drink it.” FalseSymmetry commanded, her eyes set in a dark glare.

SV-L67 gulped nervously and pulled the drink towards his body. He might me one of the dumber ones from his squad, be even he knew that it’s never a good idea to drink something the enemy offers.

“Don’t worry love,” a soft voice said from behind him, “it’s a healing potion, it’ll help you.”

Despite the healer’s reassurance, SV-L67 still felt iffy about the so-called potion, but he also knew that Stress took the Hippocratic Oath. So with a pounding heart, SV-L67  downed the drink in one go. To his surprise, the taste was amazing, and instantly SV-L67 could feel the strength return to his body and his horribly dry throat slowly recover.

FalseSymmetry and Xisumavoid stepped out of the room and into the wide hallway while Stress stayed behind.

SV-L67 blinked in surprise when neither of the Hermits made a move to restrain him, “your not going to tie me up?” He murmured in confusion.

“Not unless your into that kinda stuff.” Said a more than friendly voice from behind him. SV-L67 jumped in surprised and whirled around to see a male with the fluffiest blonde hair he’s ever seen. He concluded that this must be Zedaph.

“Zedaph,” Xisumavoid said in a irked tone, “I thought I told everyone to stay away from this room.”

The human-sheep alien raised his hands in a sheepish surrender, “I know, I know. But Mumbo wanted me get a book from his room.”

FalseSymmetry rubbed her temples in irritation and Xisumavoid just sighed.

“Fine.” The admin said in exasperation.

SV-L67 looked at him in amazement, he was just going to let his crew blatantly disrespect him like that? He didn’t have a lot of time to ponder this mysterious friendliness as the moment Zedaph disappeared around a corner, the admin and the fighter continued down the hallway.

A few moments of silence that were only broken by sound of muffled footsteps on carpet passed before the trio stopped in front of a large doorway. FalseSymmetry and Xisumavoid shared a look.

“We are about the enter the common area of the ship,” the admin said without glancing back, “and I will have to warn you, things might get a bit...chaotic, for lack of a better word.”

“And if you even think about hurting anyone, I will attack you without hesitation.” FalseSymmetry added.

SV-L67 gulped in fear, he likes to consider himself as a decent fighter, but against FalseSymmetry, he knew he stood no chance. So SV-L67 just straitened his posture and nodded meekly as he tried to mentally prepare himself for what was to come.

As the large doors slowly crept open, SV-L67’s imagination ran wild. What will this large and mysterious doorway reveal? Rows upon rows of torture machines? Or the other hermits just waiting for the moment to attack him? Luckily, the admin didn’t give him too much time to browse through all of these thoughts.

The first thought of SV-L67 when the doors finally revealed the common room, as Xisumavoid called it, was that the admin was dead wrong about how it would only be a bit chaotic. The best SV-L67 could describe it is that is was complete and total anarchy.

A man with prosthetic legs and gruesome scars sat crisscrossed on the floor with a kitten napping in his lap, he was engrossed in a conversation with a man in scientist robes and a bushy graying beard. SV-L67 immediately recognized these two as GoodTimesWithScar and Cubfan. These two ex-convexes were legendary in their escape. And SV-L67 felt anger course through him, who did they think they were? To just leave such a pristine group like the Convex for a group of criminals. Almost as if the two ex-convexes could feel his stare on their backs, they turned towards him with a glare. If looks could kill, SV-L67 would already be six feet underground. The only thing stopping SV-L67 from bolting was the slight fear that ever so slightly bled through their eyes.

Next up was a mustached man that SV-L67 recognized as Mumbo Jumbo. As SV-L67 spotted the redstone genius’s right hand that was currently hidden in a sling, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. And when Iskall shot him a death glare, SV-L67 felt himself shiver under the tight scrutiny.

When his eyes glanced towards the next group of hermits, he couldn’t help but do a massive retake. Three hermits seemed to be locked in a deadly battle of a...pillow fight? A male with flaming hair and blood red eyes (Tango, SV-L67 presumed) stood on a table and desperately tried to knock the other two hermits down as attempted to push him over. A brown-haired hermit, Impulse, slapped Tango in the face with a throw-pillow, only to curse loudly as the pillow catches on fire. Another hermit, with dirty-blonde hair and petite wings (this was probably the newest hermit, Grian) attempted to sneak up on the demon, but immediately blew his cover with loud laughter as Impulse shouted crude curses at the still flaming pillow.

A howl of laughter brought his attention towards four other figures standing near the middle of the room. A slime-like figure, Jevin, was altering his head to look like, various different shapes and appearances. And two other hermits, one with dark brown hair and a bandana tied around his forehead (Hypno), and the other with black hair and a terrifying grin that literally stretched across his whole face (one look at his more-than-average sized mouth, SV-L67 knew that this was Keralis, the absolutely terrifying banshee), were doubled over with gleeful chuckles and giggles. Behind them stood an ancient looking hermit, probably TFC as he is the second oldest of the crew, tries his best to hid his snickers behind his hands.

From the corner of the room, two hermits surveyed the room with grins on their faces and a slight giggle escaping here and there, the male seemed to blink in and out of existence. Next to him stood a greenish girl who had half her skin missing from her face, revealing the bones underneath. SV-L67 noted that these two were probably Joe Hills and ZombieCleo

Xisumavoid continued to walk forwards, pausing only to check that SV-L67 was still following. As they passed by the various hermits, SV-L67 noticed that FalseSymmetry stopped and joined Iskall and Mumbo Jumbo.

Chaos continued to rage as SV-L67 and Xisumavoid neared the exit, and SV-L67 can’t help feel bewildered by this whole situation. These were not the cold-blooded murders and criminals the Convex had told him about. And he was even more shocked by Xisumavoid’s tolerance, what type of leader let’s his followers openly mess around like a bunch of children!?

The admin lead him out of the common room and around a corner to reveal a room that SV-L67 assumed he would be staying in. There were two windows, one that would allow anyone passing by to peek in, and the other peers into the great expanse of empty space. A single mattress with a pillow and a blanket lay in the far right corner. On the left wall was a bookshelf filled to the brim with books in different languages and from different cultures.

SV-L67 was stunned by this hospitality, and when Xisumavoid moved aside to let him enter, he couldn’t help but ogle the room with wide eyes. This was even better than his quarters aboard the Convex.

“This will be your room.” The admin said from behind him, “if you put any amount of force against the walls, we will know, so don’t even think about escaping.”

SV-L67 nodded, his brain still struggling to catch up with the amount of generosity this crew has shown him.

While he continued to gawk at the room, Xisumavoid studied him from his place at the doorway. A few silent moments passed before the admin spoke again.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

SV-L67 considered how he should answer this question. The Convex always told him that he should never reveal any information, but he doubted a name could really make a difference, so with a slight hesitation, “SV-L67.” He answered.

To his confusion, the admin clenched his jaw and scowled, did he do something wrong?

“You’re a person, not a number.” He sneered, “I meant your real name, the one you were born with.”

SV-L67 felt his mouth gape open. No, this was definitely not the cold-blooded ruler that the Convex depicted.

“Uh...Lan.” He said, the word foreign against his tongue.

Xisumavoid mouthed it and nodded to himself, “Call me X.” He said, bearing a soft smile.

And as the admin backed out of the room and closed the hidden door behind him,

SV-L67 Lan felt the doubts he had pushed down years ago resurface.

What if...what if the Convex was wrong?

The Hidden truth (re-written) Chapter 1 “An unlikely outcome”

Story takes place after season 4. There are no mentions of the canceled season 5 and no ideas of it are implemented in this story (the reason being that season 5 in my opinion didn't show any potential that the show could've had)

Warning! Story might include blood, gore, mentions of a toxic relationship, death, swearing.

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Many months have passed since the defeat of the great Colossus of Ultimate Destruction (what an original name). Things have settled down, the Kingdom of Knighton was slowly fixing the damage the stone army had caused, with many smaller villages left abandoned as either they were wiped out during the attacks, or people moved out to live in the larger villages, towns for protection in case of any future attacks. The remaining soldiers of the stone army were nowhere to be seen during this time and were thought to have either turned back into nothing, but lifeless statues or were one by one defeated by the heroes of Knighton, the Nexo Knights. As for the criminals that were caught, they now had to deal with the cold Dungeons that lied beneath the Kingdom's castle.  Sure they weren't as bad as the ones in the stories. The only problems here being the massive amounts of guards, uncomfortable beds, no heating and a hard way to escape with guards assigned to watch you during your hours outside. Oh and chains, those sucked too. At least Jestro and Roberto had problems dealing with them at the start as their bodies weren't ready for heavy work. Nowadays, they didn't pay any mind to the chains as they rested on only one of their legs. The Kingdom's previous Jester wiped the sweat away from his forehead, his hat lifting up a little when doing so only to let a small curl of black hair fall onto his forehead. Of course working in his Jester attire wasn't comfortable and the clothes would quickly get dirty. They were worn out already, but Jestro had grown too much into it to wear anything else. Especially the hat, he felt naked without it. The Jester tucked the one curl of hair back in his hat and lowered the pickaxe, in desperate need of a break honestly. He took a few deeper breaths and leaned against one of the boulders he has been hitting with a pickaxe for around half an hour, why was he doing this again? "Ey, Roberto, what are we crumbling these remains of the...what was it called? Colossus of Ultimate anarchy or something for?"

The Italian sculptor with an accent Jestro honestly found quite funny was just uselessly sitting on one of the boulders and contemplating his life choices as always, honestly Jestro could relate. They looked up when Jestro had called them  and sighed "Your memory is as bad as always, It's the remains of the Colossus of Ultimate destruction. Now repeat after me-" "I'm not repeating the name....it's a stupid name, I could've given a better one. And no need to remind me of my bad memory, I'm aware of it myself, I barely remember anything from my second corruption and I feel like I shouldn't trust the stories you tell because they have a lot of you and I know you were just an extra in all of this, now answer the question, why don't you?" "so rude...." Roberto quietly muttered and got off the boulder, picking his pickaxe off the ground "They're planning on using the smaller stone pieces for building as for the bigger boulders will be used to create art from- can you believe it! They're going to give this away for all sculptors to use except for me, the best of the best!" "Ah well I guess not all people appreciate your art, I'm not surprised why-" Jestro was cut off when he felt one of the bots harshly pull at his chain, making him stumble a little "hey!" One of the squire bots swung his spear a little, pointing it at Jestro from afar "Get back to work you two! Or less break time. You already should be glad you're not waiting for a death sentence or something for the things you did. Now come on before we-" Now it was Jestro's time to cut them off it seemed. Jestro's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, seems like it was easy to get on his nerves now that he didn't have any reason to be anxious about anything "Or what??? You're going to lock me up in a dungeon? I've already hit rock bottom both literally and metaphorically, now stop swinging that thing around, I'm getting back to work, see? See!?" He didn't even notice how the tails of his hat rose up, how he felt his body twitch and spark a little when he swung his pickaxe up. With a sense of deja vu hitting him, he hit the boulder with all the strength he could muster up at the moment, making it crack as if a meteor hit a planet, but not exactly shattering it to pieces. When he calmed down, only then did he notice the damage he did to the boulder and how electrified the metal of the pickaxe was as he could see the sparks on it slowly fading away. "...yeah, you do that!" the robotic guard stopped swinging their spear around and looked over at Roberto "what are you staring for, get back to work, I want to see you deal with the boulders as fast as the jokester here!" If the tiny robots thought they did a good job at bossing people around and looking intimidating, they were the joke here. Jestro could just electrocute them if he wanted to now that he found out that not all of the magic charge that he was hit with had left his body. Honestly he should've realized that earlier as his body would involuntarily twitch a lot as if he himself was electrocuted. He just never knew that he could release those remains of magic out of his body Wait...he can...electrocute the bots...he can actually do that. The Jester lifted his head off the boulder and looked over his shoulder at the bots, a small laugh escaping his lips as he pulled his chained leg a little before picking up the chain in his hands and pulling it more. Of course the bots reacted to this and grabbed the other end of the chain, pulling it back, not paying any mind to Jestro's widening grin "What are you doing?" Roberto questioned, not realizing the other's intentions quite yet "Come on, and shock!" Jestro pulled more harshly on the chains expecting to shock the bots into shutdown, but nothing happened and with a harsher yank from the guards, Jestro stumbled down with a yelp "Jestro are you insane! Stop irritating the guards or you won't even get food!" Roberto tried to reason with his friend, yet it didn't seem like they were listening at all "Are you serious, this is all that I had in me!? I wanted to- come on!" Jestro sat up and didn't quit pulling at the chains, completely frustrated with himself "Can things just go my way for once because I swear-" with another yank, he felt the pent up electricity leave his body and travel through the metal chains, reaching the bots before they could let go of them and boom! They shut down completely from the shock. "Come on, sculptor guy, make yourself useful and grab the keys before someone else notices" Jestro stumbled back up to his feet and leaned against the boulder, panting a little.

The Italian looked over at Jestro with a concerned face, but he too wanted freedom so he approached the bots and grabbed the keys from them before unlocking his and Jestro's chains "Now what. Just because we don't have chains on, doesn't mean we'll manage to run past the guard towers"

"It's pretty simple" Jestro spoke, taking off his chains "you're going to go with me to the electric shield and I'll do the rest" He looked up at the shorter man only to notice the completely ridiculous expression on their face. Before the other could even speak up, Jestro shook them by the shoulders a bit "Again, our situation can't get any worse, let's just do it. When we both break out, you can go be a sculptor and stuff. I'll even come appreciate your work!" He tried to reassure them and it seems like it worked since Roberto's eyes lit up a little. Jestro took that as an agreement to work together and loosely put the chains on both of them just so they wouldn't look suspicious "Great, now come on, I know where the electric shield is" He grabbed his companion's wrist and looked around before quietly making their way towards it, trying not to look in any way suspicious if someone from the guard towers were to look at them. Since the Kingdom didn't really have major criminals, the two were probably the only ones in the dungeon as far as he's noticed and since the guards were currently...off, the should be able to get there pretty easily. It was on the outside anyways, the only thing blocking them was the locked door it had, but looked like it could be dented with just a hit of an elbow so he was pretty sure he could just rip it out. It was only connected to the dungeons and the guard towers it had so it shouldn't alert the whole Kingdom immediately.

The two quietly made their way to the electric shield, looking as casual as they could is a bot or two decided to look at them through the guard towers. Thankfully the bots were as lousy as ever and they made it to the shield without a problem "you keep an eye out while I deal with this and as soon as the electricity is out, we forget about each other and make a run for it till we are sure we're safe. We can meet up in the dark forest, nobody is an idiot enough to go there." Jestro spoke and rolled up his sleeves "alright, keep an eye out, I can do so" Roberto crouched down a little and kept his eyes on the guard tower "wait, you said only idiotas go to that forest then are we idiot-" he didn't finish his sentence when he saw the disapproving gaze of his friend and continued to be the silent look out. After a few minutes, of Jestro grunting, he looked back "Are you even making any progress-" he was cut off when the small door hit his face making him stumble to the ground while Jestro completely ignores that and looks at all of the wires and switches the electric shield had with glee "yeah, I forgive you for throwing this at my face" Roberto quietly grumbled and got up. When he looked at one of the guard towers, he noticed that one of them had indeed noticed them "ah uhh, Jestro, you might want to hurry up before they turn the sirens on!" "On it, on it!" Jestro rubbed his hands together, but he didn't feel his own electric charge so instead he rubbed his hands on his sleeves till he saw a few sparks "Step back!" He grabbed a hold of some wires and ripped them out, both of the electric charges mixing and a moment later, a shock wave came that unfortunately knocked out the electricity in all of the capital. That'll definitely alert everyone even if the sirens didn't get the chance to be turned on. The two were pushed quite far away from the shock wave and Roberto had to shake Jestro back to consciousness so they could run away. When the jester did wake up, he felt like his body was heavier than usual, like there was no electric charge left in his body anymore. What he did remember greatly was how it felt to have that sort of magic running through his body. It felt like it was ripping him apart, like he was as light as the light that flickered throughout his body. And this wasn't it.  Maybe when countering that electricity with his own, it was just pushed out of his body like a great discharge, that's what probably caused the shock wave. Did he use it all up?...That was both relieving and not since it did prove to be useful even though it bothered him greatly. He lightly opened his eyes to notice Roberto yelling at him and groaned, pushing himself up to sit "I told you to run away the second everything is down..." he could only hear a ringing in his ears though and before he knew it, he was pulled up and now running out of the Kingdom walls and into the dark forest with Roberto dragging them by the wrist. He was looking as fried as he felt like his brain was fried. His clothes were burnt, torn at parts and covered by the dirt and dust he collected while working and sliding through the ground from the shock wave. This was the only Jester outfit he had too. Maybe he could try sneaking some of his old ones from the Castle, but that seemed unlikely, The only good part was that his hat didn't get damaged too much, it would require a good scrub though. Roberto didn't look too good either. Their hair was a complete mess and they looked like they were too covered in dust and dirt. He appreciated that they didn't leave him be though, maybe when Jestro finds a place to settle down, he could help out Roberto if they needed any of it. What an unlikely outcome this was. He never expected to be able to break out of that place, hopefully his wish for some freedom and time to relax, settle down will be answered. ------------------------------------------------ The Fortrex being independent from the capital's electricity quickly took notice of what just happened with Ava and Merlok being the first ones to get the information before calling the knights over to the control room "I don't know if it's surprising or not, but Jestro and that sculptor just escaped the dungeons! Apparently they caused the power to go all out in the Capital. I don't know how, but it's not the biggest concern at the moment, you have to go catch them before anything happens again!" The Knights that gathered there were secretly glad that finally SOMETHING happened. Sure they were all settled down and had things to do, but they missed the action, well everyone except for Clay who seemed to be thinking about this responsibly as you'd expect the leader of the Knights who had memorized the whole Knight's code. "Finally, some action! Dealing with minor criminals and royal balls was getting a bit tiring" Macy announced, already in her armor. Her body itching for a fight, for some action even if she knew that Jestro alone wouldn't be able to do so, at least chasing him down will suit her needs "You kidding me? Sure I missed the action, but it's Jestro that broke out, we already shouldn't expect anything good from this threat to the Kingdom" Lance partially argued back, but only because his beauty mask session was interrupted and he had a gig tomorrow "Oh since when do you view Jestro as an actual threat? I'm surprised you managed to admit that finally. You're two Jestro attacks late though" Aaron being the second most responsible now, still felt the need to tease his friend in some sort of way and it seemed to have worked since the white Knight huffed at that "Monstrox is gone for good now though....right? He shouldn't be able to do anything on his own. He's probably just gone mad if he thinks that he's going to so easily escape." Axl pointed out, though the Blue knight, their leader, Clay seemed to have an argument to that since you really shouldn't doubt a man who almost managed to overthrow the government twice. "He managed to knock out the electricity in the whole Capital. Don't take him so lightly guys, but don't start attacking him the second you see him. We'll surround him, capture him, bring him to the fortrex for interrogation and then put him back in the dungeons. Now come on Knights, let's go!" Clay announced and everyone immediately obliged, hopping into their vehicles one by one. "Ava do you have their coordinates? If so then send them over immediately, we don't have any time to waste" Clay spoke into the microphone attached to his helmet "It's a bit hard and I don't know how correct they are since he doesn't have a chip attached to him if that isn't obvious, but he should be around this area" Ava sent the coordinates to each vehicles system "The dark forest?" Clay seemed to question that fact a little, but nonetheless, started his vehicle and drove off with the rest of the knights behind him "Jestro what are you up to this time?...."