Rumblings were heard through the entire mansion - really more like a castle with all of it's floors, some with wooden interior, some with stone. Screams and yells were heard through the entire lower block as the escaped pirate tore through the guards whom came to stop him. Till he came to a big open room, the colors were dark, he could barely see, nothing but a faint light in the distance, a wizzling in the air, and in the last second, he leapt out of the way from the two blades that hit the floor, the two capes of the coats the two yellow soldiers donned were flowing in the sky. One of the laid out guards Chester had dealt with before smirked. "Now you done it, criminal scum" He coughed.

"T-That's the Whitney Warriors. And they're gonna stomp all over you--" He finished, before falling unconcious from his injuries.

Chester looked over at him, and at the two shapes in front of him. Then a bright spotlight blared, he realized he was surrounded, 10 of them in total. "You defeated 6 by trickery. There was no honor in your fight, you are a scoundrel and a bandit, and we will not stand for that." All ten of them spoke in unison, word for word. Chester was enthralled. He had never seen anything quite like it.

"Before we duel, tell us your name."

Chester looked up, snapping out of his enthrallment as they called for him to answer.

"I-uh. This is weird. Ehem."

"We are waiting."

"Don't rush me"

He propped himself up, taking a more relaxed stance. "My name is Chester D. Arnold. And one of your dudes called himself a Whitney Whiner, too, and he pissed me off. So get out of my way, or I'll go through you. All ten freakishly-synched of you."

"You think you can go through us? Let us laugh"

Their laughter echoed.

"ENOUGH TALK!" Chester shouted.

They all drew their weapons at once, holding their swords in both hands, readied for the fight. "LET'S SCRAP!" They shouted. 

"Scrap?! Fucking serious-"

The pirate was interrupted by swords coming at him, he dodged, he blocked the blunts of the blades and he avoided each hit as best as he could, the warriors kept him on his toes, making him move backwards to the onslaught of blades coming his way, till finally, his back was against the wall. 

The ten of them attacked him in unison, coming from behind one another, one blade after the other attacked him, he blocked the first blade, twirling in close to the guy, elbowing him in the face, the next one was above him, leaping down on him, he grabbed him by the ankle and threw him down on the first one. The third one came from his right, he dodged down, dodging his blade, the blade colliding with another behind him, protecting him from getting cut from behind. He pulled his arms out, and smashed his palms together, releasing a vibrating thunderclap that shook the whole room.

Blood gushed from the small cuts he had on his arms, a couple of his face as well, his eyebrow was cut, blood pouring onto his face from the somewhat deep eyebrow cut. He looked at the ten warriors with cold eyes, they charged him again and in a few more moments - of loud bangs, crashes and screams, even a couple of "OH GOD NO's" were heard. 

He asked about Goldenrod, where he was. He needed to see him - he seemed like the only one in this whole place who could tell him where he could get a decent drink. As he emerged from the room, the door fell of it's hinghes as he walked out, his hands were bloodied - not his own, and so was his shirt again. Inside laid the broken Whitney warriors. Arms broken, noses broken, legs, backs and wrists broken. Their swords were in too many pieces to count and their broken teeth laid scattered on the floor.

He left the big hall, heading up some stairs, he came across another room, where a couple more guards stood, and on a chair, Goldenrod sat. His eyebrow raised as Chester busted through the door.

"HEY YOU!" Chester shouted, as he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning, he was met by the blunt force of Isaac's wooden sword, hitting him like a bat in the face, sending him skidding on the floor.

"I know what ya' said boss. Should wait to hit him till you finished talkin' with him. But I got a lil carried away." The Swordsman said, as Chester crawled back onto his feet.