Astray (Tiredtwt High School AU)

6

Eighty explained how the school was empty because he was the only one crazy enough to train hours after the last bell rang. The crow landed on the top of the training dummy's head and told him that 5 "idiots" were at the DSMP private school and needed to be picked up. Purpled was sure that it wasn't Philza who called them idiots. Mr. Xisuma and Mr. Mumbo were not too happy to hear that the van was taken without permission but they didn't want to throw Eighty in detention because of the Halloween Events. Apparently, Eighty was a good fighter or something, but Purpled had never seen the man fight. Minus the time that Eighty dragged a table into the air to catch Hannah, but that had nothing to do with sword fighting. He was surprised with how Eighty managed to get away with stealing one of the teacher's cars just to drive to the DSMP school and back. Eighty didn't seem too phased when he was called to the office for an explanation.

Eighty joined the 5 when they went back to the mall for Halloween shopping, luckily no one recognized that Purpled and his friends were the ones who emitted the most significant light surge ever. Shop employees were still confused and whispering about it. The group decided to ignore it and continue where they left off. Purpled and Eighty left the store empty handed but Hannah pulled everyone into a clothing shop. Purpled found a funky colour block hoodie that he thought looked awesome. He instantly bought it. 

"When I told you to come to hang out with me, I didn't mean you bring all your textbooks and study while I train," Eighty said, breaking Purpled out of his thought process.

"I want to have no homework once I get back from the Halloween Events, Eighty," Purpled rolled his eyes.

"Lame," Eighty replied, picking up a knockback stick from a basket. "Why don't you practice with me? Why be lame and sit down?"

"Mr. Xisuma hasn't let me hold a sword yet," Purpled sighed, jotting down something in his notebook. "I don't know why. Sammy told me it was because graduates only get to."

"Sammy's a liar, that's for sure," Eighty said. "You'll get to hold those baby-proof wooden swords one day. Just don't get a splinter or something."

"A splinter? Do you think I'm capable of giving a splinter?" Purpled laughed while standing up.

"Try it out," Eighty threw him a wooden sword, which Purpled promptly missed and the sword landed on the floor. "Nice one, man."

"I wasn't ready!" Purpled defended himself, picking up the sword. "Who just throws a sword at someone without a warning?"

"Me, and everyone else," Eighty scoffed. "I'm used to people actually being good, sorry, my mistake."

"Oh? Really?" Purpled stepped forward. "Must suck for you, everyone must complain about you then."

"Okay, okay then!" Eighty walked to the side and grabbed a white sword. "See that target over there? Whoever gets closest to bullseye gets bragging rights for the rest of the weekend."

"Bet," Purpled took the sword that Eighty was holding out to him and his arm instantly dropped to the ground. "Holy shit! What the fuck is this sword made out of?"

"Pure iron," Eighty smirked, watching Purpled struggle. "Try throwing it."

"This is super unfair," Purpled complained, using two hands to pick up the sword. "I've never even held a wooden one!"

"You're the one who said bet."

"I thought this would be lighter!"

"Go on! Throw it already!" Eighty signalled Purpled to the target once again. "Hannah's gonna kill us if we're late."

"God, fine," Purpled had only seen axe throwing through YouTube videos, and it looked pretty easy. All he had to do was use both of his hands to hold the sword and lean it back over his head...