Post by The Headmaster on Nov 27, 2013 14:13:21 GMT -6
Something screamed in the back of his mind. The puppy paused, considering, and then relented.
The following personality switch was one of the most fluid that the Headmaster had ever dealt with. The complacency of one personality combined with the urgent fury of the other allowed him to stay frozen for only a fraction of a second.
"Equidae. Ensure the children are not harmed."
Picking up the mic, he began to back pedal, talking into it as he went. "Good evening, Academy. You may notice this fine fellow in front of me, who will be the focus of an exclusive lesson tonight. I'd like to introduce to you a rarer sort of Mistling known as a dullahan, after the fictional spirit with a similar lack of a cranial enclosure. Please remain calm, as this particular Mistling has already killed one of our number tonight."
His tone shifted suddenly, eyes narrowing. "And no one messes with my Academy."
The dullahan charged, kirin foaming at the mouth as it bull rushed the Headmaster. With a quick smirk, he sidestepped the beast, lifting up the microphone to clothesline the rider as he passed.
Instead, however, the rider grabbed ahold of the metal rod, twisting it. The Headmaster didn't let go, instead pulling himself onto the rump of the kirin, leaning over the headless spirte's shoulder to continue talking into the microphone.
"One common misconception is that there is no way to knock a dullahan off of its mount. This is completely incorrect. Although they may be linked spirits, that doesn't mean that you cannot unhorse the rider. Is that even a word?"
Standing atop the back of the horse, he grabbed the microphone with both hands and twisted, sending the sprite off-balance. As it flailed in the saddle, he kicked it firmly in the chest.
It was sent careening to the ground, and he slipped down to take its place.
"Now, this does not necessarily mean that the kirin will respond kindly to your hand," he added as the beast reared beneath him. The Headmaster, however, was unaffected, continuing to speak as the headless horseman stood. "This can also be used to your advantage."
The kirin spun to face its rider. In the process, the Headmaster stuck out the bottom of the mic, slamming it against the rider once more. It toppled from the force of the blow, and the microphone's pole bent.
"Oh, dear. It does look like I'll be needing a new microphone." He paused to examine it concernedly. Meanwhile, the horseman staggered to its feet and drew its blade.
It lunged at the Headmaster, who wrapped the microphone's bent stick around the blade and twisted, sending it flying into the air. "Understand that its lack of a head does make a dullahan awful idiotic at times," he continued as he reached out and caught the sword with one hand.
Discarding the mic, he leaned down on the kirin's back and reached around, bringing the blade to its neck. Pressing the blade against the beast's skin, he grinned. Then, yanking outwards, he cut its throat, mist pouring from it as it shrieked and fell.
The Headmaster was already off its back, however, whirling to face the rider. At the end of his motion, he released the sword, sending it whirling into the pixie's chest.
It paused, as if startled, then fell to its knees. And then, slowly, like a massive tree, it toppled to the ground.
The Headmaster unconcernedly stepped over the pooling blood, picking up his discarded mic and frowning at it. He tapped it a few times, and with the responding thuds, spoke into it.
"Please consider this your lesson for the night. Seeing as we appear to be in no more danger, please feel free to relax and enjoy--what moron decided to have everyone sleep over in the same room?" He sighed. "That was me, wasn't it."
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Inspiration: link
Notes: Okay so this needed to be wrapped up.
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