Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Chapter 24

The violent explosion from Foolish's payload made the entire plaza rumble.

Quackity yelped, clapping his hands over his ears as the park below erupted into a fireball, debris flying in every direction. The stage itself collapsed, and the screams of the Manberg forces struggling to regroup was music to his ears.

He found himself smiling viciously, watching the plumes of fire rising from the ground. Boy, did vengeance taste so sweet—

—From the wreckage of the stage, a golden blur shot into the air, trailing smoke.

For a moment Quackity was convinced that his bad eye was fucking with him, and then his mouth dropped open in unbridled rage.

Schlatt landed heavily on one of the roof's supports, eyes wild and covered in soot. His crown was crooked and he was unsteady on his feet, and on his back was an elytra, the metal painted bright gold and gleaming in the firelight below.

He'd said he'd destroyed it.

Evidently, he'd lied.

"Oh, you piece of shit," Quackity snarled, drawing his axe. "You son of a bitch, that's MINE!"

Schlatt drew the riot baton off his belt as he lunged, effortlessly knocking aside his strike, and Quackity went flailing backwards. Shit, he'd forgotten how strong Schlatt truly was, which made him swear in frustration.

"I don't know what the hell you're tryin' to pull, Flatty Patty," Schlatt snarled, "but this jackassery has gotta fuckin' stop!"

Quackity's patience snapped.

"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" He screamed, and lunged, lashing out with his elytra's wings.

Schlatt's eyes narrowed. With a snarl, he swung his own wings around, blocking the strike, but Quackity lashed out and kicked him in the stomach.

That was a mistake.

Schlatt yelped and lost his balance. With their wings tangled together, Quackity was dragged down with him, and in a panic, he fired his thrusters, launching them both up through the hole in the dome-shaped roof and into the sky.

Of course, that was when the firework dispensers decided to malfunction, and the sky above Manberg was suddenly set ablaze.

They both screamed. Schlatt managed to untangle their elytras, and dove.

"OH HELL NO!" Quackity snarled.

He dove after him, dodging and weaving around the fireworks. Schlatt was managing to keep a surprising distance between them, and it made Quackity clench his teeth with rage.

He's been practicing, he thought. Practicing with the family heirloom he stole from me.

"This is for Charlie, fuckass!" Quackity snarled, wrapping his wings around himself and body-checking Schlatt out of the sky.

Schlatt shrieked and landed hard on the top of the glass dome, yelping in pain. Quackity tried to body-check him again, but Schlatt managed to roll out of the way and he slammed elytra-first against the glass so hard it cracked.

Winded, he triggered his elytra's jets, launching himself back to his feet.

Schlatt's wing slashed towards his face.

Quackity screamed in pain, wheezing as he hit the roof again, blinding agony flooding through his face with a horrible ripping sensation. His vision blurred red as he tried to stand, gagging at the awful warm wet of blood pouring down his face, and his bad eye...