[TO BE REWRITTEN] LEGENDS NEVER DIE {Trollhunters/Young Justice}

97 ARRRGH 97

[A/N: My grandpa now lives with us and my family is currently in "move, move, move" mode. I'm literally sleeping on the floor. A.K.A., updates are gonna be sporadic. Sorry.]

ARRRGH ISN'T STUPID. You can't be when you live and fight for Gunmar. Especially when you're a General (personally, Arrrgh didn't think it possible).

So when Strickler approached him with the opportunity to help save his Wingman, Jim and Claire along with the others (admittedly, he kept forgetting their names (with the exception of Darci, of course)), he saw the strategy in the move. He saw that Strickler had run over every other option and then did it again.

There was truly no other way.

And so they made their move.

They planned carefully, waited patiently and measured their words with no small amount of caution.

It took weeks, months, and eventually they worried that it would take years, but it quickly came to a head-- all they needed to do was thrust the pieces into play. It didn't take long after that, all the pieces quickly falling into their places (and without much work, too-- Arrrgh never had understood his brethren's hate of Changelings (he didn't like them because (for the most part) they worked for Gunmar)-- they were beyond useful in limiting the work needed to carry out plans).

Then finally, after a couple more weeks, it was nearly time. Everything was in order, all they needed was for Draal to finish training and then they could begin for real.

Arrrgh paced around the side of the arena, growling every time Draal tried to do something Trollish.

He looked like a human, he needed to act like a human.

Connor and M'gann were a great help, and piling on Jim, Wingman (yes, he's aware his name is Toby, he just doesn't care) and Claire helped astronomically. Draal was a natural warrior; it didn't take long for him to adjust to his new circumstances, though it was taking him a while to adjust to his new depth perception (Arrrgh suggested using his body as a measure and it seemed to be helping so far). He also stumbled sometimes, going to do one of the destructive rolls he was so well known for before remembering that he was human now and couldn't.

It was an adjustment, to be sure, but Draal was determined, and Arrrgh hadn't heard a single complaint, not even when he'd fallen, only a snarl and a sharp "again" as he darted back to his feet, barefisted. The others would watch for a moment before complying as quickly as Jim had the second Draal was up, both warriors more than aware that waiting for him to get up in itself was mercy.

Arrrgh just wished the others would see it that way.