Prompt: "Virgil's sword teacher hears about the frying pan, he challenges Virgil to fight against him with a frying pan while teacher has a sword. If Virgil wins, the teacher will go easier on him. If the teacher wins, Virgil has to train with the frying pan and the sword."

Hope yalls are ready for another shitty fight scene.
I'm surprised Virgil's parents are allowing this, but eh, Virgil technically agreed to it, not much they can do now.

I tried to find the person who made this request so I could ask them if they wanted Virgil to win or lose, but I literally couldn't find this comment anywhere, sorry.

Anyway
This one is coming to be on the shorter side.
Here we go!

Virgil finished getting dressed into his training clothes, a pair of thin breathable pants that allowed plenty of movement, and a thin yet snug tank top.

He quickly headed towards the training grounds, grabbing his wooden sword when he reached the armory right next to the grounds.

His instructor, Argon, was waiting for him out on the dusty field, his hands on his hips and his usual scowl.

He had tanned skin and a muscular body, along with dark brown hair and a thick mustache to match, a couple of gray hairs in there as well.

"You're late," He said.

"Just by a minute." Virgil said sheepishly.

"A minute you could have spent training," he said as he crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. "I want you to do push-ups until I tell you to stop, now drop." He said.

Virgil sighed, but quickly did as told, putting his wooden sword down before dropping to the ground and starting his push-ups.

The push-ups went on for several minutes, with Virgil getting small breaks in between sets of twenty or more.

After that he ran laps around the area, with his instructor running backwards in front of him, telling him to change his posture and to remember to breath while running instead of holding his breath for short periods of time.

After that it was actual drills, testing sword techniques and aiming attacks at a dummy, with his instructor telling him his feet were either too far apart or too close together, or that he needed to raise his arms more but also tilt his sword so he could defend himself easily if needed.

After the drills he was allowed a break to drink water and catch his breath, then they went onto hand to hand combat, which Virgil wasn't all that great at. He always defended and blocked instead of attacked, even when he had perfect intentional openings. Which in turn had his instructor trying to get him to stop blocking everything and attack at some point, other wise he'd tire out quickly and his opponent would be able to get the better of him.

Training was done after that, and Virgil was left with legs and arms that felt like noodles, blisters on his feet and hands, and several small bruises from getting taken down during hand to hand combat.

"So," Argon began as he chucked a rag at Virgil, "pretty impressive how you managed to rescue your three friends all on your own a few weeks ago." He said. "Although, you did get pretty banged up in the process."

"Um, yeah I guess." Virgil said as he painted softly, wiping the sweat off of his face.

"And you said you used a frying pan as a weapon?" He asked, gaining a not from Virgil, "hmm..."

"Well," argon began, "if that's the case then I challenge you to a dual." He said, placing his hands in his hips.

"Wait, you challenge me to a what?" Virgil asked as he looked up at him in surprise.

"A dual," Argon said, "I will use a sword, and you will use a frying pan." He continued. "If I win, I get to extend your training for another hour so that you can train with a frying pan as well, if you win I'll cut a half hour off of your training." He said.

"That doesn't seem very equal," Virgil said as he stood up, dusting himself off.

"I'll go as far as fourth minutes off,  but that's the best your getting." Argon said. I'll meet you here tomorrow an hour after lunch, we'll skip training tomorrow since this'll be enough." He said as he began to walk away.

"And I won't go easy on you, this'll be a real fight, not a training one. There won't be any spectators or anything, just you and me." He added, before heading inside the armory with both Virgil and his swords, leaving Virgil to stand there dumb struck.

———

"What am I gunna do." Virgil said as he sunk deeper into his bath.

"Not much you can do except fight him and hope you win." Roman said from his spot next to the tub, absentmindedly popping the bubbles that floated on the waters surface.

"Yeah, like I'll beat a skilled warrior with only myself and a frying pan." Virgil said as he cover his face with his hands and groaned.

"You could study up on some techniques he uses," Logan said, "figure out their weaknesses."

"Pointless studying because my brain is stupid and I will forget right before the dual." Virgil said.

"I will physically fight you." Patton said from where he sat in Logan lap.

"Please do, then I can get hurt and skip the dual tomorrow."

"Patton can't even crush a spider, which he hates, how do you think he'll manage to hurt you enough for you to postpone your fight?" Roman asked with a laugh.

"I'll talk bad about myself until we've reached that point." Virgil said with a small chuckle.

"Don't you dare." Patton said.

"Don't worry I won't," Virgil said, "yet." He added, earning a pout and a glare from Patton.

"If you weren't in that bathtub I'd have tackled you with a hug right now." He mumbled.

"Don't worry, you can do that when he's done." Roman said. "Tackle him on to the bed though, much comfier to land on and makes going to bed easier." He added.

"I can't sleep though, I need to figure out how I'm not going to die tomorrow." He said.

"You won't die," Logan said, "if he killed you it'd be considered treason." He said.

"Hypothetical death."

"Enough talk about death," Patton said, "finish up so I can cuddle all the negativity and anxiousness out of you." He said.

"Will do," Virgil said, giving him a thumbs up.

He did get out after a few minutes, quickly drying off and getting dressed before making his way back into the actual bedroom with them.

He shouldn't have been surprised when Patton actually did end up tackling him on to the bed, wrapping around him and snuggling close, which made virgil laugh and smile slightly despite his anxiety.

The other two quickly turned the lights out and crawled into bed on either side of Patton and Virgil, pulling the covers over them all and snuggling close.

"Don't worry," Patton mumbled as they all began to drift off, "you'll be fine, you'll see." He said with a small yawn.

———

"Oh gosh I'm gunna die." Virgil mumbled as he paced back and forth in the armory, already dressed in his training outfit with his sturdy frying pan clutched tightly in his hands.

Patton, Logan and Roman had wanted to come, but Argon had said just the two of them, so they couldn't come with him as support, which he really wanted right then.

He'd cuddled with each of them for an extended period of time already that day, and each had tried to comfort him in their own ways, but nothing had helped get rid of his ever growing anxiety that grew stronger still with every passing second.

"Virgil," Argon called from where he was out in the training yard, "it's time." He said.

"Time to die." Virgil mumbled softly, taking a shaky breath before stepping out of the armory and onto the training grounds.

Argon stood a few yards away from him, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

"Are you ready?" Argon asked as he drew his sword.

"I guess..." Virgil said as he shifted slightly.

"Okay, rules," Argon began, "no knocking out and no serious injuries, you win by either disarming and pinning the other person, or the other person surrenders." He said. "You got that?"

Virgil gulped and nodded.

"Alright," Argon said as he got into a stance, a smirk on his face. "let's begin."

The two of them circled each other for a bit, slowly moving, making no sudden or suspicious movements.

Argon assumes Virgil wasn't going to attack him first, as he waited for Virgil to move his foot to take a step before lunging forward and swiping his sword towards Virgil's chest from over his shoulder, aiming to surprise Virgil by his brashness.

Virgil, just barely dodging the swipe, jerking to the side, swinging his frying pan up and blocking the sword like it had been a shield, a sharp clang of steel hitting steel resounding across the grounds.

Argon didn't pause though, drawing back his sword before aiming for the hand Virgil held the frying pan in, managing to nick his forearm as Virgil swung his frying pan up and back down at an angle, forcing argons sword to the side with another shape clang.

They continued on for a while, dodging back and forth, Argon attacking, Virgil defending with the occasional offensive swing, dodging around and storing up the dust around them, both of them beaded with sweat.

Virgil had a few bruises and a couple of small cuts here and there, most on his arms but a small one on his side, where as Argon had a bruised right hand and left shoulder. Virgil had landed a solid hit on Argons sword-hand with the flat part of the frying pan, so now he as fighting with his non dominant hand, which only gave Virgil a slight advantage.

"If I win you're going to learn how to fight ambidextrously," Argon said as he sent another swing towards virgil, who blocked it with a small grunt, not saying anything in return.

The continued to go back and forth, and Virgil was getting tired. His arms hurt and he was panting softly. He'd only landed a couple of hits on Argon and he had been holding back when he did. Argon on the other hand wasn't holding back at all, lunging forwards and attacking Virgil like he was an actual threat.

If Virgil wanted to win this he'd need to either get that sword out of Argons hands or pin the guy, neither of which were easy feats.

Argon lunged forwards again, but not with his sword this time, he grabbed onto Virgil's shoulders and pushed him to the ground, trying to pin him.

Virgil instinctively pushed up with his knees, and the momentum from the force of being pushed down sent him rolling backwards, resulting in him flipping them both over. He was now straddling Argons torso, and seeing his chance, quickly shoved his frying pan into position under Argons chin, where had this been a real fight, Virgil would have been crushing his windpipe.

Argon grinned up at him, before dropping his sword and holding his hands up in surrender.

"Good job kid." He said with a grin.

Virgil, still panting heavily, moved his frying pan away and got off of him, moving to lay down on his back as he tried to catch his breath.

"You let me win that." He muttered, rubbing some of the sweat off of his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Argon said as he got up and dusted himself off.

"You're pretty good with that frying pan," he admitted, "maybe we could work on it after you e gotten better at sword fighting." He said as he picked up his sword and sheathed it.

"No go clean up, I'm sure we both smell awful and you need to get some of those cuts bandaged." He said, before turning and walking into the armory, leaving Virgil to stare after him.

———

One bath, visit to the physician, and dinner with his parents later, Virgil found himself tucked against Logan's chest, both Patton and Roman already asleep on either side of them.

"Good job today," Logan said, "I watched from a window." He admitted.

"You watched?" Virgil asked with a blush.

"Yeah I did, and you did good, despite your anxieties towards it from before." Logan said as he gently trailed his fingers up and down Virgil's back.

"If you were watching then you'd have seen him let me win." Virgil said.

"It wasn't like he threw the fight," Logan said, "you had both been fighting hard and were probably both tired, maybe you did get the better of him."

"I doubt it," Virgil said, "if all ended so suddenly, and he was barely panting where as I was gasping for breath and drenched in sweat." He said.

"Who knows what he did and why he did it, you won and should be proud of yourself for how well of a fight you put up." Logan said. "And if you say anything self deprecating I will wake up Patton and he will smother you." He said.

"Such threats," Virgil said with a yawn as he snuggled closer to him.

"Do not tempt me." Logan said with a small chuckle as he held Virgil closer, the two of them drifting off.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Ta-da
Not my best work, since I suck at fight scenes, but eh.
Here it is.
It's 2am right now and I could have finished this this afternoon but I'm a procrastinator.
Next chapter will be out soon!
Bye! Thank