Flik blinked.
Ted?
He was fighting Ted?
"Isn't he dead?" Flik noted. "And wasn't he kind of weak to start with?"
Viktor shrugged. "As near as I can tell, they dredged up Ted-from-150-years-ago." "You're kidding, right?" "How long have you been here? Haven't you been here long enough to see the giant armored hedgehog turtles-all three of them? Not kidding."
"This is why I don't go out much." Flik shook his head annoyedly.
"Look, all he does is use the Soul Eater to trash things. You know what that does." Viktor said with a sigh. "So the solution's pretty obvious."
"...When you say that, I start worrying." Flik sighed.
---
It was over quickly.
One brilliant stroke of energy, and Flik's opponent was down.
"...this isn't going to count." Flik noted, as he stood over child-Ted's unconcious form.
"Why not? A fight's a fight, isn't it?" Viktor noted. "All thanks to this sword, which was useful for on-hey, stop biting me!" "Idiot. Now go put me in that river. I need to wash my mouth out, you taste like formaldehyde." "What's th-" "River. You." "Yeah, yeah."
---
It was over quickly again.
Flik sighed, and crumpled to the ground.
Naturally, he was right.
Viktor's plan hadn't worked.
Of course, the pent up anger of hundreds of years had only made things worse, though.
As Ted blasted Flik's unconcious form into oblivion, he cackled maniacally.
Childhood grudges are a great source of power, after all.
