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“GET IN!!! GET RIGHT IN!!!!”
Negatus was thrilled with the news that Phillip of Woolworth had accidentally been impaired by a sword that wasn’t even his.
“With Phillip of Woolworth dead the tournament is wide open for the first time in centuries!!” He said leaning against a wall of photos of demons who had perished in the previous games “then we can avenged Todd, Martin and Karl and I haven’t forgotten you Aviril they let me down so I had to kill you all”.
Neil then sat up and asked him a question “does this mean you’ll be completing yourself oh live and nimble one?”
Negatus then looked at them “ Yes I absolutely will be”
Jeff then interrupted him “what about your knee didn’t you say you had a bad knee?”
Negatus then spoke up “I do but I’m not letting that stop me from winning Demons go find me some armour we have a tournament to attend.
At the tournament Debbie was there helping Phillips page train his replacement till they heard a roar. She grabbed for something to defend herself but elf raised his hand “hold on Deb it’s a news dragon”
The creature landed and flapped his wings “alright wants some news?”
Elf them nodded
“Left wing or right wing?” The dragon asked
“Um right?”
The beast opened his wing to reveal a newspaper on it “beloved fundraiser and philanthropist Neg…” Debbie then cut him off “we’ll take left wing”
He then proceeded to close his right wing and opened the left wing which also had a newspaper on it.
“Power hungry villian Negatus announces that he will be taking part in the upcoming tournament despite that..” he then proceeded to burp resulting in him burning the paper “I’ll come back” he said as he flew off.
The page then panics “this is bad this is very bad”. Debbie hadn’t met her adversary yet but from what she already knew he was a loathing loser who is broken in the head. “It’s alright as long as our guy here can put up a fight we can still win… where’d he go?”.
The replacement ran into a minefield and blew up while trying to escape “you’re in so much trouble now” Nick said.
Back at the lair Negatus was getting fitted by a blacksmith who specialises in armour. He was attaching a pitch black breastplate to his while the demons fastened his arm and leg braces. He looked the part of a true knight. “Ok my lord that’s everything is there anything else you need?”
“I’d like a cape I just think it would look cooler?”.
He then rummage through the smiths box of capes and cloaks (the smith was also in the business of sewing too) till he found a black cape with white pattern on it that made the cape look like the night sky “that’s it that’s the one”.
The smith attached it to his back, now he looked like a knight he thought. Then the smith asked about his payment to which he promptly threw him into the pit of eternal despair.