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Episode
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“Oxygen is so important during those prepubescent
years, don’t you think?” Dr. Gregory House, House, M.D. In the reflection, Roland leapt
back, his hands up defensively. “Come
on, old man,” he said with a huge grin.
In a flash of motion, Edgar stepped nimbly into the reflection,
sweeping his arm around the younger knight’s.
Sliding it up along Roland’s back, he snapped his knee up at Roland as
he pushed his head down. Roland
blocked the knee and slammed his palm into Edgar’s chest, knocking him a step
back. Roland threw a quick boxing jab at
Edgar, but the older knight parried it away, snapping at Roland’s face with
his parrying hand. Roland blocked the strike
and punched at Edgar’s side, forcing him to skip back from the assault. “Okay, guys,” Everett warned,
mostly to the mirror as he went back to the first shirt. He glanced towards the counter where the
under-paid attendant wasn’t paying attention to the only three costumers in
the store. Roland snapped a quick set of shin
kicks at Edgar, but Edgar kicked Roland’s leg on the last kick. Stepping on Roland’s foot, Edgar pulled
Roland’s defending hand forward. At
the same time, he elbowed him in the stomach, then snapped his fist straight
up into Roland’s throat. The blow landed solidly against
the side of Roland’s neck and he coughed silently, his eyes going wide. “Oh crap, Roland, I’m sorry,” Edgar said,
grabbing his shoulders, steadying him.
“What’d you do?” “He and Morgan aren’t here yet,”
Edgar answered. “I’ll call 911,” he
said, reaching into his pocket.
“Miss!” he yelled to the woman behind the counter. The woman reached to her iPod and turned it
up. Within a heartbeat, out from the
women’s clothing store across the mall hallway came sprinting As soon as she did, Roland coughed
violently and fell into She adjusted her shirt
ungraciously and glared at him. “Don’t
mention it,” she muttered, heading out. Edgar watched her go and shook his
head with a laugh. “Roland, I’m sorry,”
he said sincerely. “Don’t worry, buddy,” Roland waved
off, holding his throat. “We were
horsing around. It happens.” He started to put his shoe back on. “You guys are just lucky that “Yeah,” Edgar said, smoothing back
his salt-and-pepper hair. He breathed
out and smirked at Roland. “You sure
you’re okay?” “Yeah, don’t sweat it,” he said
before picking up one of “Ledger, Armand, and I have been
blasting the change all over Knightsnet,” “Nehru-cuts usually do,” Roland
observed, checking around to find the rack the shirt had come from. “Anyway, people are starting to look
into the whole ‘European Knights’ thing,” “Blue and Silver’s been the
official colors for, like, forever, right?” Roland asked, picking out a few
shirts himself. He held up a sleeve to
his head, checking the color against his dark blonde hair. “Once knighthood stopped being a
class and became a strictly moral imperative,” Edgar answered, also looking
through a few racks, “the colors blue and silver were adopted. They’re worn, from what I understand, by
all knights except for US knights, a few Canadian knights, and, oddly enough,
Australian knights.” “They have knights in “I know,” Edgar sympathized. “That’s what I said.” “Why’d we go to black and red in
the first place?” Roland asked, coming over to the rack “It was after the attempt on the
FBI building in the 1950s,” “No, I know that,” Roland said,
standing half a head taller than “Yeah,” Edgar said. “After that, the “Yeah, that’s what I mean. Why black and red?” Roland asked. “Cherokees,” Edgar answered,
turning to him. “The knights adopted
the Cherokee war paint, which was black and red, as our official colors. I think it was a political move at the
time.” “So we’ve been wearing red and
black, basically, because we were pissed about losing a fight?” Roland
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