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OOC: So we don't explode the page with lots of short posts, me and Roy have worked on these posts together. Roy has given me full permission to control her character, hence, she wrote her character's part herself.

Gilbert blocked the side-swing from the inside and kicked Arthurs gut. Gilbert laughed but soon stopped, as the Brit swung at his face so fast that Gilbert dodged but left him with a long bleeding mark going down his face. Arthur cringed with a little pain after being winded from the strong blow that had impacted his gut, dropping his sword at the same time as well. The briton pushed the prussian down to the floor, knocking his sword out of Gilbert's hand, and threw a punch at the prussian's face.

Gilbert felt his whole face go into numbness while smelling a strange static smell. He licked the blood streaking down his nose into his mouth while his face exploded into pain. Gilbert hopped up and picked up his sword and sheathed it.

"Hehehehe, is that all you got?"

Gilbert tackled Arthur to the ground and gave him a good punch in the face. He picked up Arthur's sword and handed it to him. Gilbert looked up and was astounded by how high the mast reached.

"Eh, I wanna fight up there!” the Prussian exlcaimed “Whoever doesn't fall off is the winner, the loser gets knocked off!" The prussian declared staring deep into Arthur's eyes with a demonic insanity about him.


"You are totally and most utterly barmy!" Arthur said while pointing a straight finger at the irksome prussian, "You ask for a sword fight and now you're suggesting that we go up there, straddling around like some pansies at a circus?"

There was still a straight expression across the brit's face as he looked at the mad contorted smile that went across Gilbert's face and Arthur, with no doubt, caught a smirk forming from the prussians writhed lips.

"I suppose the idea could be passable to my standards..." Arthur finished.

OOC: So we don't explode the page with lots of short posts, me and Falco have combined our posts together so not is it just easier to read, but eases the confusion a little. Well, that's what I hope for anyway.. Falco has given me full permission to control his character, hence, he wrote his characters part himself.

“Well then, lets go!" The prussian suggested with an enthusiastic tone.

The prussian was climbing up the mast with Arthur right behind him. Gilbert lifted himself up and looked around, taking in the fantastic view. He noticed Arthur right under him, and offered a hand to help lift him up.

"Look, I know you can do it by yourself, so just let me help a bit." Gilbert took Arthur's hand and lifted him to the same level he was at. "Okay, we should start at opposite ends of the mast, draw our swords then bow to each other. I think that would be awesome!"


Arthur, whose cheeks were of the colour crimson now due to his blushing because of Gilbert's helpfulness, grabbed Gilbert's hand who he was now holding with a firm grip. The englishman had finally made his way up to the top as well. He staggered a little until he finally reached full balance and was standing straight.

"This is stupid." The brit remarked as he made his way to the end of the mast and turned around, his emerald eyes were gazing into Gilbert's red ones as he drew his sword out and gave a little bow.

Gilbert drew his sword out and gave a bow aswell. He bowed in such a way that seemed to project his arrogance and excitement. The two captains ran at each other now, swords clashing, sparks flying. Arthur hit Gilbert, with the hilt of his sword, knocking him off; Gilbert used all his strength grabbed the mast to swing back on. As he flew through the air, he kicked Arthur down.

Arthur's back hit the mast. Arthur, feeling the repeating shock of his sword being smashed down on, kicked Gilbert in the gut and fought Gilbert back, standing back up in the process. Arthur and Gilbert swung at each other with such fury, that the sparks from the clashing of the swords could be seen miles away, even through the mist and foggy atmosphere.

Dorban was pacing back and forth in such a hurried manner. The dwarf, who was naturally short in size, was rubbing his rugged beard in thought and would so often cast a look to observe the current situation of conflict between his dear captain, Gilbert, aswell as his opponent, who to Dorban's opinion, spoke with a really weird accent.

"Hoho! Well I could use my battle axe and throw it at the blond..." Dorban suggested to himself but then shook the idea away after he remembered what Gilbert had told him a while ago. His orders were not to interfer with fights when it was between two leaders, so the prussian could say that he beat his enemy by his own accord, allowing him to gain all the 'awesomeness' for himself.

But the small man could see that Gilbert, who appeared to be having fun, was still taking his time and Dorban had no clue whether or not Gilbert was actually struggling or just playing with his prey. Nevertheless, Dorban started to try to think smart, which Gilbert and many of the crew would say was an extremely rare thing, and come up with a plan to stop the fight and defeat the little gentleman.

And the idea struck him right in the head when Dorban saw the Captain's yellow chick, Gilbird, perching on the wall of the Ossum, Gilbert's awesome skyship.

Dorban ran and clenched the bird in his hand, who chirped at him angrily as the dwarf made his way to the nearest cannon, which was aimed towards the Elizabeth.

"Errhhhhh Dorby.. I wouldn't-"

"HAHAHA" The small man laughed to himself with a cocky grin on his face, ignoring his fellow crew member as it was the ultimate idea and he knew that Gilbert would be so proud with him. He stuck the bird into the cannon and aimed towards the man on the mast, who he now had heard was called Captain Kirkland or Arthur to be precise.

"HERE COMES THE ROAST CHICKEN!" cried out Dorban as he lit the cannon, sending the yellow bird straight right into the Englishman.

Gilbert was in the heat of battle when all of a sudden he saw a yellow flash fly right by his opponent. Confused, Gilbert sheathed his sword and tried to spy what the yellow flash was. Gilbert had tears in his eyes when he realized it was his dear bird Gilbird.

"GILBIRD!!! I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!" Gilbert exclaimed with tears streaming down his eyes, forgetting all about the fight. He ran past Arthur somehow and jumped towards his dear Gilbird off the ship. "GILBIRDGILBIRDGILBIRD!!"

He caught up with his dear bird and gently wrapped his hands around him while free-falling through the air. He looked up at Arthur with a dreaded realization. Gilbert put the little bird on his shoulders and took out the glider that was on his back. And gave a fierce look, then an insane laugh.

"YOU WON THIS TIME LIMEY!! BUT NEXT TIME BEWARE AHAHAHA!!! OH, AND BYTHEWAY! WE SHOULD GO OUT FOR A DRINK SOMETIME IF WE'RE NOT FIGHTING, I'LL PICK UP THE TAB SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE COSTS!"

The defeated captain looked for his ship and spotted it below him. He grabbed his bird and stuffed it in his mouth and let go of the glider. Falling faster and feeling the powerful wind rushing up towards him, he was having the time of his life. Until he realized his aim was off.

"@#@!$%#!!! I can't believe I missed!" he shouted to his bird while taking the small yellow puffball from out his mouth. He gave a strange look to Gilbird and smiled. "By chance, do you happen to have the flight power to carry me back to my ship?" the prussian asked the terrified bird that could fit in his mouth.

Captain Gilbert held the bird over his head with his eyes closed hoping for a miracle. He froze in place once he heard a large thud.

'Oh cr*p!' he thought, 'I must've fell to my death.'

The captain was being hugged by all his crew members before he knew it, he opened his eyes from all the shouts and cheers. Gilbert looked at the tiny bird in his hands and smiled a kind smile, infact, one of the few smiles that weren't deranged by insanity.

"You saved me little guy! Thanks!!"