━━━━ ( START SCENE ) ━━━━━━━━━ A BOY , TRYING TO MAINTAIN HIS BALANCE ON HOLDING A SWORD IN BOTH OF HIS HANDS , WAS SEEN TO BE DRAGGING IT ALONG TO THE GROUP IN FRONT OF HIM . Narrowing their eyes , the kid moved stiffly and was visibly tired and frustrated .
[ UNIDENTIFIED BOYBEAST ] : " This sucks . Isn't there like ━ more lighter weapons ? I'm sure , you medieval guys have got some better stuff , yeah ? "
[ UNIDENTIFIED SWORDSGIRL ] : " For a hideous beast , such as yourself ? ; No , not in a million eons ! "
[ UNIDENTIFIED BOYSOLDIER ] : " Should we even let the illiterate imbecile handle a beautifully━crafted sword ? "
[ UNIDENTIFIED SWORDSGIRL ] : " We don't have much of a choice . The thing merely has threatened the village's safety a numerous amount of times . It's almost laughable . "
( The UNIDENTIFIED SWORDSGIRL && UNIDENTIFIED BOYSOLDIER both start to rumble themselves into eruptions of laughter and taunting jeers towards the UNIDENTIFIED BOYBEAST , who crossed his arms with irritation , dropping the sword onto the ground . )
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PIPSQUEAK , apply fic
Fanfiction━━━━━━━━ an OPEN medieval apply fic . # ━━━━ PIPSQUEAK is the unwanted name for the boy that's about to go through a series of events . " I don't think the name ' Pipsqueak ' is going to intimidate the villagers . They'll just laugh at how stupid...