Nick groaned as once more the pleasure of being bashed echoed through his hollow metal body, enough that he could feel his sword shooting out some glowing magical fluid out. A strange mix of pride and embarrassment filled him, an Armor Knight, let alone a Lord, caught releasing and draining their magical fluid from their sword outside of the frat house-
'No! T-that's not me!' Nick mentally shouted, pushing the echoing thoughts away as he tried to focus on his body and what's happening around him.
Tendrils of magic wrapped themselves on the two guys' wrists and ankles as Nick watched Manny's pieces floated before putting himself back together once more.
"Lord General... Lord Generic... we meet again. Where is Lord Chess? I'm sure once he's here, all members of the Lords Plastic will be under one roof once more."
Nick's glowing eyes shrunk in horror as it's not Manny talking but Lord Servant of the Mannequins.
"W-what's going on here!?" the cashier shouted as they both struggled to break free or fight back.
"Manny! Wake up! You got to remember reality!" Nick shouted as he struggled to pull himself back together, only for a wave from Manny's hand cause more tendrils of magic to grab Nick's armor pieces, shoving them on the nearby shelves. To his horror, Nick found himself among other metal equipment, each piece among the right pile. "I-I'm not merchandise!" he shouted with a deeper commanding tone echoing near the end of the sentence, as if Lord Mithral was insulted by the act, pushing out in the process.
"You think you were setting up a trap for Lord Mithral but the truth is that the trap has always been on you." Lord Servant said as he went to the increasingly green guy as he struggled to break free. Green plastic forms and spreads on his hands and feet, forming army gloves and boots on him.
"N-no! Stop!" the guy moaned out as Nick could only listen and watch as the magic started to change things. He struggled to recall that he was a guy in a poorly done costume as the new reality starts to weave itself on them.
Nick hoped that the effects on him was due to being in pieces and not that the protections Merlin's costume granted was weakening or fading away.
"Lord General of the Green Army... of the Toy Soldiers... one of the Smith-Enchanter's Lords in Rebellion..." he found himself saying as he struggled to push down Lord Mithral but the more the guy became a muscular plastic green army general, the more Lord Mithral seethed at the sight of the rebel.
Manny simply massaged and molded at the guy, letting the green plastic spread and form into the uniform of a general, even a cap on his head, as the guy's eyes start to lose focus, struggling to recall what's happening or who he was. Manny then rubbed the guy's tenting groin despite the plastic pants as the once slacked jawed man, lost in the pleasure, slowly turn more stern and stoic as his head fully turns into green plastic. He soon shoot out magic from his tenting pants with a gun like bang as the whites of his eyes turn green and soon he had smooth orbs with no sign of pupils or irises. Whoever the guy was, only Lord General remained.
"Lord Servant." a deep gruff voice said as the green army man looked at the white mannequin. "Have you finally decided to join in the rebellion?" he turned to look at Nick, which made Lord Mithral within him push out even more. "I see that you dealt with Lord Mithral, if this is indeed a gift for us."
With a wave of his hand, the magical bindings pulled away from Lord General.
"T-traitor!" Lord Mithral echoed out as Lord General marched to pick up Nick's sword and helmet.
"I truly don't understand why the Smith-Enchanter went with the Armor Knights when he had me and my Green Army to protect the site. But do not worry, Lord Mithral, I'm sure Lord Chess would accept you and your knights on his board, as you should have rightly been placed at." Lord General then grinned. "Though, given the Armor Knights not having mounts, I'm sure you're more of a pawn than a knight." he then grabbed a nearby rag, dipped it in metal polish, and began polishing Nick's sword, making Nick's armor pieces to shudder and shake in pleasure. "Worry not, Lord Mithral, I'm certain that my army will be an improvement to the frat house's internal defenses. After all, modern triumphs over the medieval."
Nick simply moan out as his sword shot out more liquid magic, draining him of energy, especially this far from the frat house with its air rich in ambient magic. Nick feared what might happen if he was to be drained of animating magic completely as Lord General continued polishing his sword.