"Huh... You're right sir Henry... Come on, let's go."
"Thanks, Mercer." Asher smiled at him.
Suddenly they heard a shout from afar,
"Sci-fi is the best! You all shove your fantasy junk up to your butts!"
Mercer enrages and growls, "You imbecile! You dare insult fantasy! Come out and fight like a man!"
Then a group of people wearing sci-fi costumes appeared out of nowhere. A guy in front of them shouted,
"You heard me! Fantasy is ancient history, while sci-fi is the advanced future!"
The people behind him cheered for joy and fury.
The king saw this unacceptable as he pulls Mercer out to the front and he exclaimed,
"You dare speak ill of the fantasy! Our magic, unity, and weapons will wreak havoc upon your land! Our champion Mercer will decide your fate!"
The people behind them also cheered and chanted Mercer's name.
Asher thought, 'I have a feeling that something's gonna be on fire after all of this.'
The sci-fi leader laughed at their champion, "He looks like a nobody! Unlike our best fighter, Oliver!"
A boy with a scavenger costume, a staff, and fake battle scars walked to the front and said,
"I challenge you! Champion of the fantasy group to fight me!"
Mercer replied, "Really? A challenge? You'll regret those words, good sir, why don't you go back and play your alien games in your grandma's basement!"
"OHHHH!!!! BURN!!!" Shouted the crowd behind Mercer.
Oliver points his staff to Mercer and whispered, "You're dead."
Both of them walked closer to each other, looked at each other eye to eye. They didn't say a word until a guy appeared that looked like a referee.
"What the?" Asher said to himself.
The referee asked Mercer and Oliver, "Alright, heads or tails?"
Mercer answers, "Heads."
"Tails," Oliver answered also.
The referee flips a coin and it lands back to his wrist, the coin showed heads.
The referee explains, "Okay, heads meaning the situation will be fantasy-based. The situation: a castle that is swarmed by fire breathing dragons, a necromancer, and a damsel in distress. You must rescue the damsel and get out of the castle alive before the necromancer kills you. Rules, vehicles, or heavy artillery are prohibited, use of god-tier powers will result in disqualification, and no changes of the scenario or objective, got it? Now, your characters?!"
Oliver responded, "A fleet commander."
"An assassin." As well as Mercer.
The referee continues, "Two dragons attempt to attack you, what will you do?"
Mercer quickly answered, "Easy! Bring their attention to the fleet commander!"
"Roll for distraction!"
Mercer rolls his dice, "18!"
"You bastard!" Oliver snarled.
"The dragons try to attack you, fleet commander! What will you do?" The referee asked.
Oliver thinks for a second then he said, "I'll use my lightsaber to cut the dragons' neck!"
"Roll for attack!"
"19!" Oliver uses his dice as well.
"The dragons have been defeated, but the necromancer noticed your arrival!"
Mercer shouted, "I'll make a dummy of myself and throw it at the fleet commander while I go inside the castle!"
The referee said, "Roll for speed!"
"13!"
"You've thrown the dummy to the fleet commander, the necromancer attacks it!"
"I use a force shield!" Oliver declared.
The referee said, "Roll for defense!"
"20!"
"You've succeeded in defending yourself, now the necromancer will go after the assassin!"
"Ha! In your face!"
"The necromancer tries to find you inside the castle!"
Mercer quickly said, "I hide!"
"Roll for stealth!"
"Dang it 8!"
"You almost got away from the necromancer when you suddenly made a noise!"
"I find the damsel with my heat seeker!" Oliver yelled.
"Roll!"
"14!"
"You found the damsel but the necromancer got in your way."
Mercer smiles, "Heh, sneak past the necromancer and hold the damsel!"
"Roll!"
"20!"
"You managed to grab hold to the damsel without being noticed by the necromancer!"
"Yes!"
"Now the necromancer tries to attack the fleet commander with undead warriors!"
Oliver thinks his way out of this, "I summon robot clones!"
"Roll!"
"15!"
"You managed to eliminate the undead warriors and wound the necromancer with your robot clones!"
"I guess I'll leave the fighting to you." Mercer said, "Now I carry the damsel, tame a dragon, and ride it to escape!"
"Roll!"
Mercer rolled his dice, "...Yes! 20!"
"You carried the damsel, tamed a dragon, and rode it to escape!"
"No!" Oliver shouted, "This can't be happening!"
"It already has!" Mercer proudly said.
The referee exclaimed, "The damsel was rescued... By the assassin! Therefore, Mercer, the Assassin wins!"
The fantasy group cheered for joy as they carry Mercer up high.
Asher smiled and thought, "Well... That's one way of fighting... I guess..."
Mercer boasted, "Well? Do you now know who is the more superior genre? Your majesty, can you guess what it is?"
The king happily replied, "Well, it's hard to answer that... Oh wait, I know! It's FANTASY!"
They laughed hard until Oliver charged at Mercer and as they wrestle the tension got real.
Asher asked the king, "Hey your majesty, should we stop them? I mean I know you guys don't get along..."
The king replied, "Though a brawler would say that we should just let them be, I am king and as king-- Yes we should DEFINITELY stop them... Hey admiral!"
"Shut up tight pants!" The admiral insults the king.
"Asher, my dear royal subject. Kindly remove your eyes and ears from me, for what am I about to do is not royalty... Alright douchebag, you want some of this! You want me? By the time you get close, you dead! You hear me!? Dead!" The king threatened the admiral.
Asher backs away as they all charged at each other and fight like animals. Some jocks noticed the fight.
"Hey look at that, nerd fight"
"Woah nerd fight? It's even more brutal this year!"
"Hey look, Asher's watching them too."
"Oh, that means it's getting good!"
"Yeah let's go."
They walked around the fight and became audiences along with Asher.
They asked, "Hey Ash, how long have you been here?"
"Well, these guys were having a 'fight' then it ended in a real fight?" Asher answered.
"Ha! It's like playing grandma games until grandma took a shotgun for a test!"
"I'm guessing this'll all end with someone being lit on fire."
"Yes! I know this! Rumor has it, when you're watching a fight, and you try to guess how it ended, it'll come true! Classic Asher."
"Yeah... But we should stop them or they'll be left with no teeth."
"Hahahahahahaha! Classic Asher indeed!"
Then Mercer and Oliver wrestled over the field, meanwhile a kid was playing with a magnifying glass although the kid didn't know that the cheerleaders' banner was starting to burn.
Mercer and Oliver fought until they reached to the cheerleaders' banner, suddenly Mercer backed away from Oliver.
Oliver asked, "Oh what? You got scared? You're tired? Or--"
"You're on fire." Mercer pointed Oliver's back, much to his surprise.
The jocks laughed at the prediction coming true. Oliver tries to run, and pushed Mercer away causing him to fall on his face.
"STOP! DROP! AND ROLL!" Asher yelled at Oliver.
"He can't hear you because he's too busy running! Ha!" The jocks laughed so hard their stomachs start to hurt.
Asher approached Mercer and pulled him up. Mercer silently walks away and said,
"Let's go."
"Uhh, ok?" Asher said, "Bye guys!"
The jocks couldn't speak because they were laughing too hard so they waved goodbye instead.
Present time
"So all for that to happen is because your cousin played Dungeons & Dragons past versus future edition against a guy who was a sore loser for him to catch fire?" Esther asked.
Asher answers, "Yes, although I don't know how the banner catched fire in the first place."
"Goodness... Luckily you didn't fought them."
"I thought, if Esther were here what would she do?"
"Basically just leave him there, let him fight, and pretend that you don't know him. But waiting for him is also what I would do too."
"I know because you're like an angel."
"Is that your way of admiring me? I'm flattered, and it didn't even happened on television. Should I still follow that advice of yours Heather?"
"I thought you were kidding?" Heather wipes off the dirt on Mercer's face while asking him, "Now, how does it feel to win both mentally and physically?"
"Terrible." Mercer answered.
Parker brings the first aid kit, "Well he wouldn't have won that wrestling if it weren't for the banner on fire, but I wouldn't say for sure because he didn't say who was losing."
Asher laughs awkwardly, "I think there's not a day in this town that no one would fight."
Esther replies, "Universe says otherwise."