Outside the Studio, Vancouver, Canada, Tuesday Morning
Of one thing Merlin was almost certain was that this fight happening in public was a very bad idea.
Nevermind that people were just casually gathering around to watch for a few minutes before wandering off and wondering when the studio started production on such a doofy medieval show. You could see the dragon was so clearly fake. And the blond didn't fight at all like people did on TV. The goofy looking boy with the odd light show of squiggles should clearly be cut from the final product.
While Arthur would love to debate all of these fine points, however, he was a little preoccupied.
As it stood, the plastic... thing... he'd found actually functioned as a decent shield, which would explain why he hadn't been burnt up by now (or perhaps that had something to do with the squiggly boy). "It's opening up on the left flank!" Arthur called, attempting to shift closer in range.
Hand out as if against a wall, Merlin narrowed his eyes as the next burst of flames from the small--compared to the only one he knew of--dragon was blocked from hitting Arthur by a shield that was only visible by way of the flames parting around it.
There was some appreciatively clapping at the impressive pyrotechnics from the crowd.
"I can't focus on the runes if I need to keep doing this," Merlin gritted out.
"Can you think of any other way to keep it from menacing the crowd?!" Arthur shot back, gritting his teeth, and stabbing at an errant leg.
"Short of blowing it up?" Oh, he hadn't forgotten that trick from the alligators.
Arthur would have looked away to stare at the stupid wizard if it wasn't for the fact he was facing off against a bloody dragon.
"You could start with that!"
Which got him a look right on back. "Would you care to explain the shower of innards to our audience?"
But he focused on the beast's stomach, watching it expand just slightly at first.
"Make it look natural!"
Yes, Arthur. That was really excellent advice.
In fact, he realised that the stomach area might in fact be the best place to go right now, as he struck out with his sword at the flesh as it continued to bulge.
That was... thoroughly disgusting as it caused things to spill out onto Arthur's feet.
Merlin pushed just a bit--okay, a lot--harder and the entire torso popped like a meat filled balloon.
Arthur had lept back at the entrails, mainly because he didn't want to get entrails all over his clothes and what armor he'd brought, but that didn't mean he didn't get at least a blast of gunk all over his face.
Do not complain. Do not complain.
He wiped the goo out of his eyes with the arm still attached to the shield. Blind as a bat was no one's friend.
"...that went well," Merlin said, making a face and going over help clean Arthur's face.
One of the members of their audience muttered something appreciative about how realistic the gore was, which launched him into an argument with many of his neighbours.
Arthur paid them no attention, dropping his makeshift shield on the corpse, and turning around. "Cutting it a little close," he said, but there was a note of relief in his voice.
It would seem they'd seen better gore in the latest Quentin Tarintino flick.
"Perhaps we ought to leave before people realize it's not fake?" Merlin asked, using his neckerchief to get most of the grime out of Arthur's hair.
"I can live with that. Come on," Arthur said, motioning at the boy, then turning to stalk away as fast as he could. Not that the cleaning wasn't appreciated; he could see and not feel like he'd just been dumped down in the mythical sewers.
He'd always wanted to face off with a dragon (or maybe not). This was not entirely the way he'd envisioned that.
[[ NFB due to distance and NFI, but OOC-okay, sure. ]]
Nevermind that people were just casually gathering around to watch for a few minutes before wandering off and wondering when the studio started production on such a doofy medieval show. You could see the dragon was so clearly fake. And the blond didn't fight at all like people did on TV. The goofy looking boy with the odd light show of squiggles should clearly be cut from the final product.
While Arthur would love to debate all of these fine points, however, he was a little preoccupied.
As it stood, the plastic... thing... he'd found actually functioned as a decent shield, which would explain why he hadn't been burnt up by now (or perhaps that had something to do with the squiggly boy). "It's opening up on the left flank!" Arthur called, attempting to shift closer in range.
Hand out as if against a wall, Merlin narrowed his eyes as the next burst of flames from the small--compared to the only one he knew of--dragon was blocked from hitting Arthur by a shield that was only visible by way of the flames parting around it.
There was some appreciatively clapping at the impressive pyrotechnics from the crowd.
"I can't focus on the runes if I need to keep doing this," Merlin gritted out.
"Can you think of any other way to keep it from menacing the crowd?!" Arthur shot back, gritting his teeth, and stabbing at an errant leg.
"Short of blowing it up?" Oh, he hadn't forgotten that trick from the alligators.
Arthur would have looked away to stare at the stupid wizard if it wasn't for the fact he was facing off against a bloody dragon.
"You could start with that!"
Which got him a look right on back. "Would you care to explain the shower of innards to our audience?"
But he focused on the beast's stomach, watching it expand just slightly at first.
"Make it look natural!"
Yes, Arthur. That was really excellent advice.
In fact, he realised that the stomach area might in fact be the best place to go right now, as he struck out with his sword at the flesh as it continued to bulge.
That was... thoroughly disgusting as it caused things to spill out onto Arthur's feet.
Merlin pushed just a bit--okay, a lot--harder and the entire torso popped like a meat filled balloon.
Arthur had lept back at the entrails, mainly because he didn't want to get entrails all over his clothes and what armor he'd brought, but that didn't mean he didn't get at least a blast of gunk all over his face.
Do not complain. Do not complain.
He wiped the goo out of his eyes with the arm still attached to the shield. Blind as a bat was no one's friend.
"...that went well," Merlin said, making a face and going over help clean Arthur's face.
One of the members of their audience muttered something appreciative about how realistic the gore was, which launched him into an argument with many of his neighbours.
Arthur paid them no attention, dropping his makeshift shield on the corpse, and turning around. "Cutting it a little close," he said, but there was a note of relief in his voice.
It would seem they'd seen better gore in the latest Quentin Tarintino flick.
"Perhaps we ought to leave before people realize it's not fake?" Merlin asked, using his neckerchief to get most of the grime out of Arthur's hair.
"I can live with that. Come on," Arthur said, motioning at the boy, then turning to stalk away as fast as he could. Not that the cleaning wasn't appreciated; he could see and not feel like he'd just been dumped down in the mythical sewers.
He'd always wanted to face off with a dragon (or maybe not). This was not entirely the way he'd envisioned that.
[[ NFB due to distance and NFI, but OOC-okay, sure. ]]