Falco
I know it. He's right behind me, holding a sword and ready to end me. He swipes at me. It misses! He swipes again. Misses again. I shoot him. He dodges it, and counters it. I fall from the plane… falling to the surface… then everything flashes. "I win!" He says. It was a match that I've lost twice. I had lost once, and I lost again in the rematch. Which was the fight right now. "Are you all right?" Link asked. "You pinned your head on that antenna when you were falling." "That-a got to hurt!" Mario added. "I'm just fine," I said. It never could have felt worse. It felt painful.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Falco, the pilot of the Star Fox team. Out of the five members of the Star Fox Team, Fox and I were invited to compete in this tournament known as Super Smash Bros. Melee. Fox is the leader of the Star Fox team, and I am the ace pilot. Slippy's the mechanic, Krystal as a telepath, and Peppy as a… well, I had forgotten. It has been 6 years since we entered this tournament, which became more than a tournament, as the doors locked when the tournament began, when everyone was in their places.
"Pika pika!" The Pokemon said. Pesky thing. Always hugs my leg for some reason. Pikachu and I never had much of a friendship together. I'd kick the mouse and Pikachu would prepare to electrocute me. Never know what he says. All he can manage to say is his species' name, "Pikachu". Kinda fuels my desire to ask Slippy to make some kinda way to make the thing talk.
We walked down the hallway, passing many of the characters from different parts of the planet. Corneria, Mushroom Kingdom, Eagleland, Hyrule, Kanto, Johto, and more. It was well known as a normal day. A day of having a fight, walking down the hallways, much like as if this was the next and the rest of our lives…