The JLR leaped to their feet. Ace drew a handful of playing cards, Midnight Spectre’s eyes and fists glowed brighter than I had seen them earlier, Cowgirl Jack produced a whip and Registered Member and Wednesday readied themselves for battle.

“But more importantly, who are thee? Sorcerers, by the looks of things”. Tarragorn tightened his grip on his sword. I could hear his thoughts, weighing up his options of fight or flight.

I quickly shouted at Tarragorn to stop. But it was too late to stop the ensuing battle, as Ace flicked a card at me/us/Tarragorn. Tarragorn instinctively struck out at the card in mid-flight, cutting it in two. At the same instant the card exploded forcing Tarragorn back against the wall.

I heard Cowgirl Jack say to Ace, “An explosive card? A tad excessive, don’t you think”?

“Just the luck of the draw”, replied Ace, with a little shrug.

Picking himself up I heard Tarragorn say, “Aye, thee be sorcerers. And evil ones, at that”! He rushed towards the JLR, sword ready to strike.

The JLR spread out.

Cowgirl Jack shouted to the others, “We only need to subdue this Tarragorn, to give Centurian enough time to explain what is going on”.

Ace flicked another card. This time Tarrogorn dived out of the way, as the card released some kind of net. Registered Member and Wednesday rushed forward, as Tarragorn forward-rolled back to his feet.

I screamed out for Tarragorn to stop again, as the Ranger brought his sword down upon Wednesday. I closed my eyes. I didn’t want any of the JLR to be hurt. But instead of a sickening thud, I heard a clang. I opened my eyes to see Wednesday had somehow transformed his body into metal.

“A human shield”? Asked Registered Member, as he ducked under a sword swipe.

“Lucky that, huh”? Replied Wednesday blocking another blow with his forearm. “But can we talk about this later? Just help me stop him will ya”?

I kept telling Tarragorn to stand down, trying to explain that the JLR meant no harm. But the adrenalin was flowing. Wednesday had grabbed hold of Tarragorn’s sword arm, as Registered Member leapt towards us. Tarragorn ducked out of the way, so that Registered Member tackled Wednesday instead, sending the two heroes reeling. Wednesday still had hold of Tarragorn’s arm, taking him along for the ride too. The three heroes ended up in a pile, but the impact of landing gave Tarragorn the opportunity to break free of Wednesday.

Tarragorn decided to make a dash for the door, however Ace let loose another card, blocking the Ranger’s retreat. Cowgirl Jack cracked her whip, lassoing Tarragorn around the waist. Cowgirl Jack, started to pull on the whip. Tarragorn did like wise. Tarragorn was about to slice through the rope and free himself, when his sword was suddenly ripped from his grasp. He looked in horror as he saw his sword float towards Midnight Spectre.

“Stand down now”, commanded Midnight, as he plucked the sword from mid-air.

“Listen to the young man within you, Tarragorn”, suggested Cowgirl Jack. “He will explain who we are and what you are doing here”.

Though still suspicious, Tarragorn did relax enough for me to explain the situation to him.

15 minutes later, everyone seemed a lot more relaxed.

“It seems I owe thee all an apology”, said Tarragorn, accepting his sword back from Midnight Spectre. “Young Alexander Henderson hath explained yon predicament, and we offer our sword to your cause if thee doth wish it”.

“Thank you, Tarragorn… and Alexander”, said Cowgirl Jack.

“Yeah”. Said Wednesday. “But we’ve got a few more interviews to do, before we will be making our decision”.

“Alexander doth understand”, replied Tarragorn for me. “He wishes thee to consider his application and the physical and mystical forces at his disposal. He doth also look forward to a favorable response”. With that, I asked Tarragorn to pick up my dice and head back to my home, before Mum freaked too much.

The interview hadn’t gone as well as I hoped. Would the JLR ever take my application seriously? I guess time would tell.

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