Alrighty, Abby, the chapter after this one will be written after work, then.
Sorry, GH, can't be helped. I've actually been looking forward to writing this particular book for a while.
New chapter.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
Surprise!!
Saffa and GH stared each other down. Each one worried about hurting the other, and sure that they could get an easy victory from the other. Although neither said it outright.
"Match . . . begin!"
"What? You mean you're being legit?" GH said, certain that this was jusf some sort of joke.
"You mean he's serious?" Saffa asked, incredulous.
They stood motionless for more than a minute. They made no effort to battle with each other, the direct center of the battle arena between the two, equidistant from the two. The two were still suffering from the shock from being presented with the opponent that they least expected.
"Battle," Gamemaster ordered, deathly stern, "now."
But, just then, a furious plume of smoke or sand -- it was difficult to tell -- funneled upward in a spiralling plume about the diameter of a monster truck wheel. A myriad of voices cried out, strangely amplified, somehow.
"We are the terror that flaps in the night!"
"What the deuce?" Gamemaster demanded. "I did not will this.
Nothing happens on this ship without my say so!"
"We are that neighbor who wakes you at three a.m. with loud music." the chorus of voices sounded off again, ignoring Gamemaster.
"You dare defy me?!" Gamemaster shouted, having decided to come down in person. Not too surprising as the the arena and cells made up a majority of the ship, with the entechment machine and the engines taking up the second most room. "Who dares?! Who has the energy?!*"
As the owners of the voices made themselves known as Cloak, Shadow, Sam, Underseen, Parker, Phoenix, Helen, Abby, and Gaz, they shouted. "We are the RAFians amuck!"
Gamemaster was none too pleased about the interruption that he had no foreknowledge of. He did not like being in control of every little, minute action on this ship. "You insolent, ungrateful
insects! You dare to interrupt the efficient little schedule I have for these matches? You have no rights here!!"
"And who are you to decide that?!" Cloak roared, a tirade ready to spew forth from him. "You are the one with no right to do what you've been doing, Gamemaster, you chimp chump!! You are the one who has no right to steal beings from their homes, to rip them from their homes and families, to take them away from all they know and love, just so they can battle to the death in your little pit arena!! This is why you were tossed into the Oblivion Gate to begin with!!"
"Don't dare you talk back to me, you stupid . . . st-t-tupid . . . st-t-tupe . . ." Gamemaster said, before he recognized Cloak. Recognized him and allowed fear to over take him. "Um . . ."
Gamemaster looked throughly terrified. His eyes began to dart around fervently. Until he suddenly said "Bye!" and fled like the coward he was.
"Not so fast, you chimpanzee charlatan!" Cloak roared, easily assending to his balcony and giving chase.
*Essentially Realm Walker for "Who has the balls?".