Snippet #1754998

Mr. Spike laughed heartily as a group of struggling students carried his portable throne, standing in the middle of the marching group that appeared more like an army prepared for war, and heading for a proposed area of battle. Jack himself had enough legitimate school spirit to start waving the flag a little so people would notice it. They began to enter into the outskirts of town, passing through the grass, trees, cool breezes, and warmth of the sun, walking through a long dirt road. Eventually they had to make a turn, to which Mr. Spike Denied. He pointed ahead with his steel firearm, the mighty revolver, and laughed manically as the students began to tread through the forest ahead. Students were forced to step through bushes full of thorns, get hit in the face by acorns from angry squirrels, step on and aggravate poison snakes that nearly bit everyone with its venomous fangs, juicy with the nectar of death.

Jack was moving carefully, and smashing things aside with either his feet, watching the obstacles go down with the stomp of his shoe, or combine great strength and carefulness to use the flag itself as a makeshift machete to clear out whatever was in his way. Eventually they made it towards the gates of the town, Jack turning his head back some to see the condition of the fodder first year students: Most of them were cut and bruised, some with minor injuries. It wasn't much for Mr. Spike either, who had some cuts on his own face too, for nature had been unkind to the adult. But the man simple acted like the blood quickly seeping out of the gash on his cheek was nothing. Shrugging and turning back around, he began to look ahead as a farmer and his herd of cows tried to pass by: the students stopped momentarily…

"Spike Sensei!" Called out a student. "There's a herd of fuckin' cows! what do we do!?"

Spike laughed at their stupidity. "You IDIOTS! keep moving! Strike at them if they strike at you, move forward if they refuse to let us pass! The will of the Non-Stop March is greater than any law, or force of this Earth!"

"OSSU!"

"OSSU!"

"OSSU OSSU OSSU!!"

Those were the mixed replies as they began to push forward, mowing down the legions of bovine in their way in order to enter the city. Jack was holding the flag with one hand, throwing some Karate punches, and strong kicks out to smash the cows away.

"Oi!" He called out to the others nearest to him. "These things have some thick hides on them. Mind your attacks when you strike them out of the way! They'll catch blades in their beef, and take your hand and leg strikes like a punching bag!"

And he said this while kicking away cows, putting both hands as he began to charge his strength up. And with all his might, he cleared a small path that could only fit one person.

"MARCH FORWARD! OUR GLORY HOLE HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!" shouted a random boy, who was promptly bonked on the head by some other students.