Night had fallen. Well, as night as you can get in this place... there was no goddamn sun. This brought a barrage of question's to Matthias's mind, the most persistent being: If this dark world has no sun, where do the moons gain the luminescence they have, especially the seven being enough to completely light the land?
Ah well. Some things just weren't meant for Matthias to figure out. Pickles, for instance... do they put the cucumbers in the brine and then ship them, or do they make the pickles first? Not worth losin' sleep over, either way.
Most of the guards had gone to sleep. Stupid; one would wish one's castle to be more well guarded during the night, would one not? Bah, Larkin was strange, to say the least... poor Tic. Pity and slight guilt flooded Matthias's mind. The poor kid, in Larkin's custody. He saved my life, the scientist thought, taking a corner and slowing down slightly so he wouldn't pass out and DIE from all this sudden exercise. He saved my life, and I left him up there with that axe-wielding nancyboy.
"Zzzz... POTATOES! Errrn."
I'm pretty sure at that you'd stop and get kinda confused, too. Matthias blinked a few times, then peered around the corner. A guard was supposedly on duty... he seemed very... asleep.
He approached the man, smirking. He lifted him up with his metallic right arm, slammed him off the wall, and slapped him quickly three times - well, two slaps and a backhand. The slightly overweight guardsman awoke.
"Whuh?"
"Listen to me, worm."
The guard opened his mouth to scream, and recieved a punch in the face. Followed by three more. His staff was lying on the ground; he must've dropped it while he slept.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions. I want them answered immediatly. Understood?"
The guard nodded, and it wasn't until after he'd said it that Matthias realized just how Arnold Shwartzeneggar-like he sounded just then.
"Alright. Where does Larkin keep the weapons he confiscates off prisoners?"
"Th-the dungeon, I think."
"Is it heavily guarded?"
"Not any more heavily than any other room," the guard said hesitantly.
"How do I get there?"
"Two halls down, to the left. Please let me go."
"One more question," Matthias said, copping a fake German accent. "Hoo iz youh daddy, and what duz he do."
"What?"
WHAM.
Matthias dropped the guard and punched him, full force, across the face. The right hook sent the big man, who smelled vaguely of old pork, to the ground.
"Wooties, time for another dungeon crawl!"
He kicked open a heavy wooden door and leapt down a flight of stairs, nearly killing himself landing.