Alaxander:please to meet you young warrior!
Said alaxander with a big smile on his face. Whitly place caliburn right infront of him and place his other hand on it.
Whitly:i wouldnt really call myself a warrior more like a....... Whats the word? Janitor? Yeah i think janitor in the right word.
Achilles:and why is that?
Said the green haired man.
Whitly:simple. Im taking out the servants aka the trashes. No offense.
Alexander:non taken!
Said the man in a boisterous manner.
Achilles:well it is kinda weird why we here. Since we have no history in this world so called us trashes is kinda accurate.
Said achilles while letting his weapon down. Seeing this both alexander and whitly let theirs down as well.
Whitly:hey i got a question.
Alexander:ask away.
The man told whitly without the boisterous voice but he his smile never left his face.
Whilty:how did you guys got here? I dont think there is a grail war going on right now.
Achilles:well...
Achilles ponders while rubbing the back of his head.
Achilles:we dont know.
Hearing this whitly stare at them in a deadpanned tone.
Whitly:the fuck? How?
He said in a tone that more like " are you fucking serious right now?" Instead of "bullshit!".
Achilles:yes im serious. None of us know why we're here. We just in the throne of heroes then suddenly we just arrive here. The weird thing is that we know each other at the start by looks and we didnt get pull back.
Achilles explain with a preplex look.
Alexander:my guess is since we not from this world taking us back to the throne would be hard. But we still couldnt figure out why we are here in the first place.
Saying that while shrugging his shoulder the king of conquerer look just as confuse as achilles.
Whitly:'could it be because of me? Because i know them so their history exist here from my memory?' Alright then anyway-
Whitly was suddenly interrupted but the sound of his scroll going of. He open the scroll and see the black queen chess piece. He turn off his scroll and then place it back in his pocket.
Whitly;alright i think thats our signals to start swinging our weapon at each others. So alexander.
Alexander:yes?
Whitly:lets make this fight look grand.
He said making the buff man to have big smile on his face.
Alexander:alright! Prepare yourself young warrior!
Achilles:lets do this!
Achilles prepare his spear ready for a thrust. Whitly place both his hand on the pommel of caliburn and stab the sword in the the ground while alexander folds his arms together. Suddenly the wind around them move and slowly pick up speed. The hair of each fighters was blown up by the gust of wind.
Alexander:now its time for grand battle!
Shouted the man boisterously as a small bal of light appear above him.
