King Thog the "Terrible" (Open)

The sun shined high up in the sky as the students of the high school ate their lunch and socialized with what free time they could have. Goth was sitting alone, Miyamoto Musashi sitting across from him. Goth had been a student at the school for six months now and Miyamoto Musashi arrived three months ago out of sheer boredom and curiosity of the school. He and Goth had exchanged blows before but quickly became friends only on similar views of fighting. One of them being the use of guns. Musashi finds that guns were only good for medium range and in short range are useless (with the knowledge of guns during the fifteen hundreds.) and Goth distastes the use of all guns. They both sat silently eating the food they had brought from their homes. Goth still had a feeling that something was wrong. The person that had shot at him with the old pistol he had only seen in the history books and when he was on his world. It was as if a ghost had returned to haunt him. "What's wrong, Thog?" Musahsi asked, not really caring for Goth's well being. He was just using Goth to stop people from staring at him. "I keep getting this feeling that someone or something as returned." Goth said, shaking hsi head of the thought. He opened his brown bag and said. "Trade you your riceballs for my grubs." Musashi glared at him, took a bite out of his riceball, and growled in denial.

Musashi looked over at the crowd of people, wondering why would they be excited for. He then saw the blue hair on the child's head. He stood up, picked up his food, and walked away from Thog who was completely confused on what had happened. He stood up and followed him, grabbing his food as he stood up. Musashi sat down in front of Toji with a blank stare. "Don't let fame and fortune cloud your mind or else you won't see my blade." He picked up the rice ball he had taken a bite out of, bit it again, and chewed. Thog sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes with two fingers as he sat down next to Musashi. "Ignore him, he's just got a pole shoved up his butt. I'm Thog but most people here call me Goth."

Musashi dully stared in disbelieve at Toji's sight. "On second thought, you won't even be able to see a leaf pass by you," He said, finishing the rice ball. "yes I go to this school. It's not like I'm going to sit in Central Park all day and meditate the meaning of life. I've already done that and the answer I've written down ages ago." Goth looked around, feeling as if something was going to happen, something bad.

"Yes we clearly did. I'm surprise you saw that." Musashi teased, picking up a sushi with his chopsticks and eating it.

Musashi frowned and stood up, walking around the table. "Musashi, don't." Goth warned as Musashi stood between Toji and the big ape. He grabbed Toji's hand and forced him to release this Francie. He then drew his fist back, punched the mans gut, and sent him flying through the cafeteria wall. He looked back at Toji. "Don't. Fight. My. Battles." He said, saying every word slowly and clearly. Goth placed his hand on his forehead, making a smacking noise out of embarrassment. "The punk's alive," Goth said, his key chain ax telling him if the poor guy was okay "he just has a lot of broken bones and-" Goth stopped in mid sentence as the doors to the cafeteria swung open. A row of men in revolutionary war uniform, knelt down while another row aimed above them. Goth quickly grabbed his ax key chain on his messenger bag, the ax growing into it's proper size, and jumped off the table using his prostetic right leg. He jumped over Toji and Musashi while the leader of the men yelled, "Fire" slamming his ax against the ground, making an earth barrier between them and the men firing their classic, single shot rifles. Goth looked back and said. "Musashi, Toji." He motioned to move towards the barrier. Musashi reached into his messenger bag and took out a black handle. He thrusted it to the side, releasing a black katanna blade that locked every section. He moved in front of the barrier, as calm as the wind. "Their reloading, we need to attack now." Goth said, lifting his ax off the ground, the barrier of dirt falling. He was right, they were reloading. Musashi and Goth charged, weapons ready.

Toji winced as Franc was knocked back.'Dang, IM gonna have to take him to the hospital later..." Then these guys in red coats attacked. Growling in anger, he shouted."You dare attack my school?!Bring it, morons!!!!" He blurred foward, rapidly attacking with punches.

(Sorry for late post...

(Don't be, I was late too :P)

The soldiers staggered, some dropping their rifles to unsheath their swords but not at the command of their superior. Goth slammed the flat part of his ax in one with an under arm swing and took down another with his left fist, sending the man ragdoling down the hall. Musashi's training had shown. He was faster and stronger than the last time he fought Toji, this being shown when he cut down one soldier, the blade too dull to do any fatal harm, but broke the poor boy's shoulder. With one horizontal strike, he took down three at once, dueling with another one. The commander took out his pistol and pointed it towards Musashi, firing one loud round towards his head. He looked towards the bullet, not noticing it until the loud bang.