Mythic Knight: Transform!

Mythic Knight

Frowen raced back to the Library Mr. F called home. The older man was there, waiting patiently for the out-of-breath young man. The older man smiled softly and patted Frowen's shoulder.

"I am sorry to burden you with this task. I had hoped there would be more time so I could discuss it with you and other youth from your learning group."

Frowen gave a small nod and a sigh.

"So this thing is like… a weapon?" He asked tapping it gently, getting a soft clink like tapping against clear plastic. Mr. F giving a small shake of his head.

"No, no weapon is too simple. It can make your weapons, but the primary function is granting you suits that enhance or give you abilities based on the hero you use."

Frowen pulled out the three cards he found earlier. "These things? I don't recognize any of these heroes though what do they do?"

Mr. Faldom smiled as he held up the three cards running his fingers over the back of the cards.

"I color coordinated them, though their will in the future be heroes of the same color that do different things I boiled it down to something simple. Blue, Magic." I handed back Morgan Le Fey to Frowen.

"Red, Might, is Heracles." He handed the red-backed card to Frowen.

"Finally, Yellow for Speed, Karna." He handed the card back to his student again, Frowen now holding all three.

"Wait wait back up, Magic is real?" Frowen said looking down at Morgan's card. Mr. Faldom started to laugh almost hysterically at the question.

"Sorry sorry, I know you're being serious it just vexes me no one's figured it out yet. You have crystals that rearrange matter in the air to be whatever you want just by electrical instruction, and what do you call it? Matter Manipulating Phenomena. It's like scientists are afraid of the word magic."

Frowen wanted to object but the more he thought about it, the more he realized how little he, and his people, knew about the "Hearts".

"See? You see it now don't you? The explanations are vague excuses wrapped in big words that mean practically nothing." Mr. Faldom grinned triumphantly as realization crossed Frowen's face.

"Alright, so magic is a thing. Ummm I guess that's relatively small compared to the rest of what you've told me today… Wait, can we go back to the 'The city is in danger' part?"

Mr. Faldom nods rubbing his chin in a manner unfamiliar to Frowen. "Yes well, I was working on a way to know what the danger is but it seems something is going to happen today which is… a bit sooner than I anticipated if the danger is what I think it is." Frowen was really hoping he had more than an "I don't know" for him, heart beating in his throat for what felt like the 20th time today.

"However I have my suspicions and if it is who I think, we'll know soon cause they won't be subtle." As if on cue the two heard a massive BOOM! Towards the southern gate of the city.

"Ah. Well, let's go get going then." Frowen gulped at his teacher's nonchalant attitude.

"H-hold on you said the device chose me to fight whatever just made that sound, y-you're not seriously gonna just shove me into battle?" Frowen said struggling to keep up with the faster than usual older man.

"I said "Let's" as in Let Us, I'm not making you do your first battle alone. I'm not gonna hold your hand though, I expect you to take down the small fry at least." Frowen's confusion replaced his fear as he continued trying to catch up with his teacher.

"Small Fry? How do you know there'll be small fry?" He asked sprinting to keep up now.

"There's always small fry, there'll be one big obvious creature and then it'll call for backup and suddenly a small army will come running forward like they were somehow there the whole time."

Mr. Faldom passed a small silver and blue box over his shoulder to Frowen.

"Put the cards in that and put it on your wrist, it'll keep you from having to fumble around for them." Frowen nodding, finding a small strap popped out of the bottom when the small box made contact with his wrist.

"Wait why did the chest device need to stab me but this thing just needs a strap?" Frowen asked as he slides the three cards into the small silver box.

"Ummm That's a lot of genetic mumbo jumbo, let's just say "You wouldn't be as powerful if it wasn't in you" and leave it there."

Frowen really didn't like how vague everything felt but did as instructed the three cards seemingly disappearing into the wrist-mounted device. The watch he had grown accustomed to over his life beeped from his other wrist. "Cards Registered. Verbal recall required."

Frowen frowned at this message "Verbal Recall? Wait I have to say those names you mentioned to get them out of the box?"

"Correct. This way no one can steal the cards from you." Mr. Fandom said nonchalantly, Frowen mentally stumbled at the words.

"Wait Steal? As in other people know how to use these cards?" Did his teacher always carry his cane like a weapon?

"Not in the same manner but the monster you're about to see was created using cards like yours. And I assure you it's small potatoes compared to what they'd make with the cards you have." Mr. Faldom seemed very familiar with whoever he believed this foe to be, and despite having numerous more questions all attempts to make them known caught in his throat as another explosion shook the street and a large creature with purple fur, and a black metal arm and legs, emerged from the smoke created by the explosion.

The tiger-tank hybrid laughed as she spotted Frowen and his teacher. Her cackling sounding like the screeching of cat-claws on a metal surface. "Faldom! You old fool, you live! Come to save your precious city again?! The age of knights is over!" She sneered as she yelled out at the older man, completely ignoring Frowen.

"Oh, I don't know about that! From where I'm standing history seems to enjoy repeating itself." Mr. Faldom called back, twisting the unfamiliar reptilian head atop his cane a metallic ringing sound echoed out as he brought the saber hidden within the cane out. Frowen noticed a faint purple glow over Faldom's own heart. His long sleeves also showing a purple and electrum box under them.

"We've learned since last time old man! Have you?! Sigma squad, Fall in, attack!" coming from the corners and other hiding spots the grey and navy blue underlings emerged surrounding Frowen and Mr. Faldom.

"Frowen, I recommend Heracles for this situation. I'll keep her busy, use the small fry to get used to your new abilities, and then assist me." Mr. F talked in a gravely serious tone as he took a fighting stance. "Dragon Knight." He said simply, a card jumping from the box on his wrist, He caught the card in two fingers and swiped it across his chest, putting it back into the box in one clean motion.

"The Eternal Crusader! Dragon Knight, Strikethrough invaders!" A voice rang out solidly and in a flash of electrum and purple light Mr. F stood tall in a suit of armor, The helmet had see-through plastic in place of a metal visor, Pieces of metal branching off the helmet into horns. A cape, split down the middle and leathery, resembling wings spread out behind him, The armor itself was mostly purple with electrum lining, Where the device Frowen himself had would be was an insignia of a dragon, a large reptile with four clawed legs and a gigantic wingspan. The armor had a scaled texture but was still slim, giving the teacher the look of an automaton rather than a knight. With a simple kick of his hind leg, Mr. F flew across the battlefield at the feline monster and delivered a slash across her chest, making her roar in pain.

"Okay, he certainly made it look easy." Frowen gulped looking at the grey-suited figures who were standing in stunned silence at the sheer speed of the old man. "Heracles, Heracles!" Frowen called hurriedly realizing that this moment was likely his only chance to transform himself. Pushing back how insanely surreal this all felt he reached to grab the red card as it flew out from his wrist. He swiped it over the metallic device that rested coldly against his chest and immediately felt a warmth surge out of it, not painful but certainly unpleasant, like stepping into bath-acid you hadn't gotten used to yet.

"The Laborer of Hera! Heracles, Definer of an Era!" The more feminine voice rang out from his chest as the device's red glow showed under his clothing. The glow spread rapidly till it covered his entirety, as some of the troops saw what he was trying to they found themselves unable to approach from the shear heat coming off of him. Some of the metallic road under his feet turning red hot.

Frowen soon found himself in armor of his own, the armor was bright red and much more form-fitting with pauldrons of gold held by seemingly leather straps on his shoulders. Above the seemingly black plastic visor, the helmet appeared like a Lion's head, the dark brown lion design leading down to a dark brown furred cape.

"Woah! This… this is amazing, I feel so strong!" Frowen clenched his fists feeling muscles that weren't there seconds before, With the heatwave over some of the suited figures rushed at him, using his hand to hand training Frowen ducked under the first one's punch and slammed his fist into the gut of the suited figure, all Frowen heard was a loud 'Pop' like an acid balloon bursting as clear liquid sprayed all over the figures behind the ones he punched.

"By the heart… I-i see why Mr. Faldom called you Small-Fry now." Frowen marveled at the destruction by a single punch for a bit too long getting kicked in the back by two of the figures, he cried out in pain as he was sent flying into a wall, the metal of said wall buckling from the force.

"Okay, got it, just cause they can't take a hit doesn't mean they can't give one." Frowen groaned using a hand to shove himself out of the wall, stumbling a bit as he landed on his feet. Winding back his fists he slammed them into the closest two, the two behind them standing so close that his fist went through the first two and popped the second two. Frowen couldn't hold back a cheer at getting two more targets than he had meant to.

Frowen had to duck and block more punches and kicks from the creatures, getting overwhelmed by their numbers as a few kicks and punches knock him to the floor with a groan. Frowen forces himself back to his feet the armor somehow undamaged from scraping against the metal. Frowen charged forward shoulder slamming a line through the group of small humanoid monsters with a roar.

Meanwhile

The woman with blue and pink hair looks at a hologram of the city, a green dot moving through the streets with the ease she and the red-haired man expected. "Cmon where is he, Our intelligence didn't tell us he left the city he should be getting in her way." The man grumbled face taunt as he watched, as if on cue the green dot stopped, then a red dot appeared a few blocks away.

"Yes yes yes. Pull the drones in!" The woman called to one of the navy suited figures which quickly nodded, The hologram switching to a live feed, allowing the two to see and hear Mr. Faldom and their creature taunting each other.

"Wait who's the wimp next to him?" The man asks pointing. Face contorting as he grits his teeth. The woman shared his worry as the Small Fry swarm the two of them. The older turning into his Dragon Knight and leaving the younger as he slams into the Tiger. Both of them went from worried to angry when they saw the boy pull out a card.

"He found himself a student, did he? A young one too." The man mused as he watched the boy turn into the Hercules form. "Seems like his first transformation so we might still have time to take them both out." He sighs leaning back into the metal chair.

"It looks like the tiger will be sacrificed, sad, she seems to be holding the old man off decently well." The woman says sitting next to her partner. Hands-on her knees as she leaned in to watch the young man in red fight the small fry. "Hah! He's struggling with them? If the old man wasn't there he'd be dead." She grins sadistically.

"Mmmm the old man has a habit of choosing fast learners, remember when we were the chosen?" The man asked, a distant look on his grey face as he watched the boy improve as he fought the Small Fry. The woman's face also looked distant as she nodded at what he said.

"The training dummies nearly broke my ribs." She agrees with a soft chuckle. "Within a week though we were begging for harder training." She sighs, eyes switching to the man in purple armor. "How has he not slowed down, I ache everywhere from wounds sustained back then."

The man shook his head. "He'd be nearly dead one day then the next he'd be saving our asses. He never made any sense. I swear he hasn't aged in 20 years either." He grits his teeth before pulling his shirt away, revealing a black, dormant device. "Yknow what? Who says we have to just watch the first fight?" He grabs two cards from the table under the hologram. "We'll show that old man we haven't slouched either!" He said determinedly.

The woman chuckled standing up and taking her card from her partner. "You still have fire, don't you? All right, I suppose we can play our hand a bit heavily to show we mean business." She removes a black jacket so it's just a thin blue shirt between the card and her own device. She chuckled darkly as she held the dark pink card in her hand. "The Six Queens" The card read simply.

The man chuckled holding his fire red card up. "I'll never let my fire go down!" He chuckles grinning wide. His card reading "Mordred the Black Knight."