Fight or Flight

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The banging on the door doesn't stop and Patton's getting nervous. Virgil stands apprehensively between Patton and the door, ready for a fight.

"If he gets through that door," Virgil speaks through gritted teeth, "Take the crown and go."

"Where would I go?" Patton asks, eyes widening, "Please don't leave me alone. Virgil, I can't do this all by myself."

"Calm down, I'm not leaving you. Just giving you an out. King wants the crown, so if you leave with it, I can hold him off and we can keep it from him." Virgil explains, "I'll come back for you, I'm not leaving you alone. Ever, okay?"

Patton nods, though he looks unsure, "Okay.."

He grips the crown tightly in his hands. He doesn't want to have to run away and force everyone to keep protecting him but he's not strong enough to fight for himself. All he's ever done is make everything worse. It's why Deceit and King Creativity hate him. He's the weakest link, and he knows it. Taking a shuttering breath, Patton looks back at Virgil, "If he gets in here.. Where do we go?"

"Just far enough to get him out of here." Virgil replies, "Send him back to the Dark Side and then lock ourselves back into your room."

"How do we get him back to the Dark Side?" Patton asks, "We can't fight him."

"If we have to, you let me handle it." Virgil states.

Patton shakes his head, "I'm not just going to leave you!"

He yelps as Ronaemus stabs his sword through the door, breaking his concentration and the lock he put on the door. Ronaemus pushes the door open with a sneer, pulling his weapon from the door to point it at them, "My crown. Now, if you want to live."

Patton stands, holding the crown to his chest, his grip so tight his knuckles turn white. Virgil's eyes narrow and he snarls back at Ronaemus, "Leave before I put you on your ass."

King Creativity smirks, "You think you really have any chance against me? Oh, how adorable. You're pathetic, Anxiety. Gum stuck to the bottom of my boot. An annoying distraction. Nothing."

"Don't underestimate me." Virgil growls, "I'm a lot more than you think."

"Hardly," Ronaemus muses, "If we thought you were a threat, we'd have done something about you by now."

"What?" Virgil snaps.

Ronaemus laughs, "Silly, stupid Virgil. Did you really think any of us thought you were a threat? Big scary Anxiety?"

He scoffs, "Never. You're inconsequential to us. A pawn in the game, you did what Deceit wanted you to do without being told just as he knew you would."

"I'm not a toy, you can't manipulate me anymore." Virgil clenches his hands into fists.

"Oh, don't worry," King Creativity chuckles, "You're no longer of use to us."

"So what?" Virgil scoffs, "You're just going to kill me now?"

"Oh, no." The King smirks, "You're not even worth the time."

"You underestimate him!" Patton speaks up, "He's stronger than any of you give him credit for!"

"Oh? Heh, coming from the weakest of you all, that's not very convincing." Ronaemus takes a step towards them and Virgil raises a hand towards him, magic swirling around him, "Step back. I won't tell you twice."

The King points his blade at Virgil, "If a battle is what you want, I will oblige, little shadowling."

Virgil shakes his head slowly, his eyes narrow and dark, "Don't make me do this, Roman."

Ronaemus' expression goes blank for a moment and his hands twitch, almost dropping his sword. Patton gasps softly, looking at Virgil wearily, "You don't really think..?"

"Remy told us King Creativity had a reaction to Roman's name. I'm testing a theory. What are you waiting for?" Virgil looks back at him, "Go, I'll stall him, like we talked about."

Gripping the crown tightly, Patton nods and sinks out. Virgil brings his attention back to King Creativity, who seems to have regained his composure.

"He can run all he wants," the King snarls, cracking his neck menacingly. He lunges at Virgil, attempting to stab him but Virgil quickly evades the attack and smacks his magic against Ronaemus' back. Ronaemus growls ans stumbles before slicing back towards Virgil. However, Virgil easily ducks the hit and smirks, "What? Can't hit little ol' me?"

He jumps back, putting distance between them as Ronaemus faces him again.

"I'll pin you down and fillet you until there's nothing left." He threatens.

"Sounds like a lot of work," Virgil scoffs, "At least Remus' threats were entertaining."

Again, this causes a reaction and Virgil raises an eyebrow. Interesting. Remy's theory was correct. Coming up with a plan, Virgil grins and sticks his hands in his pockets, "What's with that face? Do you prefer Roman?"

For an instant, the King seems startled and he stumbles forward, catching himself on his sword. He growls and glares at Virgil, "What are you doing to me with mere words, you filthy disorder?"

"You know, I used to think Princey was a grade A jerk. Turns out, he got it all from you, except he actually cares about more than a stupid trinket." Virgil muses, "As much as I can barely stand Remus, I'd much rather have him around than you."

Ronaemus shudders, gasping lightly as he tenses, "What are you doing to me?!"

"Why don't you ask Deceit?" Virgil chuckles, "He can tell you all about Roman and Remus and why you're really the one who should disappear."

"You insolent brat!" King Creativity roars, sending a blast of golden magic towards Virgil.

He brings his magic shield up to block and backs away towards the door as Ronaemus advances. The King's eyes are dark and full of malice and Virgil isn't looking to die today. He drops the shield, turns and runs, just wanting to get Ronaemus out of Patton's room. Ronaemus gives chase and Virgil smirks in triumph, until Logan rises up in front of him. Virgil skids to a halt, scowling, "Why are you here?"

"For you," Logan smiles and Ronaemus puts his sword to Virgil's throat from behind. Virgil's eyes narrow and he grits his teeth. This is not how he wanted to spend his evening.

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