The Honorable One

Okay, cool.

Can I join?

Fair enough.

Altair took one look at shovel man’s leg, and said “Uh, I’ll just— go over here.” He walked away looking very pale.

“Now I know who that is, I have to. And besides, I already am.”

“Yeah. Tried to leave it all behind.” Altair sighed. “Now at least I know what K’ach’ü’liae is.”

“Appreciate it, but I can handle myself.”

“I-“ Altair hesitated. “A few years ago, my city was invaded by another nation. They started killing innocents just to get at my country’s leader. I saw people dying. I grabbed my sword. And soon the invaders were dying. I brought a sword to a gun fight and won. The last enemy I killed died slowly. As they died, their voice turned weird and they said ‘K’ach’ü’liae is intrigued.’ Altair fell silent. “I never understood that.”

Altair staggered as if he’d been punched. “Did you say K’ach’ü’liae?” Altair asked. “I- I know that name.”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“I started practicing when I was nine. I’m completely self taught.” “Hey, I’m a ‘mortal’” Altair said. “We can’t all be magical… things.”

Altair walked up, completely unscathed. “Well, that was a fun fight. I got 114 kills.”

I’d like to thank all of you for such a warm welcome. I did not expect all this!

"All right," Altair backed away and went back to slashing through zombies.

Altair was racing towards sleeper at full speed, but backed away when his arms turned red. "Do you need assistance, scary sleeper guy?"

"Of course he is," Altair sighed. "Hey, does that guy need help?" Altair said, pointing at sleeper. "Because he looks like he needs help."

"Right. Who's he? I think I missed that part."

"It's just practice. Learned from reading books and watching movies, mostly." "Not really," Altair replied, dodging a lunging enemy. "I expected an adventure, so here I am, I guess."

Everyone was too busy to answer him, so he unsheathed his sword and charged toward the nearest zombie. His sharp blade easily cut through it, then he spun around and killed another. Altair moved through the ranks of the undead with the precision of someone who practiced with a blade every day.

When Altair woke up, he was very confused. The scenery surrounding him was nothing like he'd ever seen. Also, he was in the middle of a battlefield. Altair groaned and sat up. He grabbed his sword, then pushed himself to his feet. He was surrounded by monsters, immortal beings, and someone wearing a bag over their head. He was tempted to go back to sleep. Then he saw shovel man, his neighbor. What the heck was he doing here? "Hey there everybody," Altair said, readying his sword. "These zombie things in need of killing?"

“Ok,” Altair said. “Sure. Why not?” He promptly passed out.

“Enough with the tea, all right?” Altair said. “Now, will someone explain to me what the heck is going on?”