A Brawl to end them all

14 years ago, back in the era of the original PlayStation, Nintendo and HAL had a brilliant idea. Why not take the mascots from their most beloved franchises and have them beat the crap out of each other? Thus came Super Smash Bros. It was unprecedented, but it paid off. People loved it, and a franchise of franchises was born.

1 year ago, back in the era of the PlayStation 3, Sony had a brilliant idea. Why not take the mascots from a bunch of franchises, some of which were theirs, and have them beat the crap out of each other? And thus came PlayStation All-Stars Battle Royale. It was alright.

So, two different groups of videogame characters were brought irrevocably into their own universes. But what would happen if they ended up in the same universe? What would happen if these two groups actually had the chance to meet?

Well, they'd probably be pissed, for one thing.

Chapter One

Plane of existence

The cargo door opened, and all of the shipping containers flew out, only to be caught by a patch of netting and dangle from the plane. Kratos took this opportunity to leap onto his opponent, sending him flying with a combo of slashing attacks.

RATATATATAT!

Taken unawares, Kratos was knocked off his feet by Drake's AK-47. Drake began moving in to attack again, but Kratos just smiled. He had a level 3 charge ready, and this idiot was running right into his line of fire.

To the side of him, a fleet of airships swooped in and ambushed the plane, but Kratos took no notice. They always attacked, and they always lost. No big deal.

Now, when the laser blast pierced through one of the airships, that was a big deal.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire rang out. The two men stopped fighting and turned as the floating city was shot down all around them. This had never happened before and, in any case, what could be powerful enough to even try and fight all of those airships at once?

They soon saw the answer: A giant metal battleship with a mask for its masthead. This imposing battleship was flying right towards them, guns blazing. The two prepared to jump onto this battleship, but something odd happened before they had the chance.

Kratos turned around and saw two men standing on the dangling cargo with them. Drake turned and saw them as well. A teenage boy, dressed all in green, and a muscular man in a purple jumpsuit with a fire-red helmet on. No doubt these two were in league with the battleship currently destroying Colombia. Even if they hadn't been, though, Kratos probably would've killed them anyway.

"So, what do you think?" said Drake. "I'll take the one on the left?"

"And after you die, I will kill both of them," Kratos responded.

"Now that's what I call teamwork!" Drake quipped, charging towards the muscular man. Kratos quickly sent out his Blades of Chaos at the boy in green, but at the last second the boy brought up his shield, blocking the dual swords. The boy retaliated with a sword of his own, deftly sending out a flurry of slashes that posed about as much of a threat to Kratos as a Styrofoam dagger.

Quickly, the boy changed tactics, drawing a bomb and tossing it towards Kratos. Kratos quickly rolled out of the way, but was knocked back by a boomerang the boy threw. The boy then ran towards Kratos, leaping into the air and thrusting his blade downwards for the final blow.

Kratos caught him in midair.

"You are a skilled fighter, boy. Had you been born in Sparta, you would have slain many men. However…"

Kratos activated his charge.

"Hades awaits."

Meanwhile, Captain Falcon sparred with the brown-haired guy some more. Twice, he had attempted a Falcon Punch, but this man was too quick for him. Falcon tried again, only to have the guy jump right over him.

"Seriously, Tights," the guy said. "The only thing louder than you is your outfit! I saw that one a mile away!"

How annoying.

So he changed his tactics. He opened with a Falco Kick, sweeping across the box they were standing upon. Drake easily jumped over this attack and fell down towards Falcon, ready to deliver a swift kick.

Falcon leapt up and grabbed him midair. "Yes!" he shouted triumphantly, launching the man nearly off of the cargo. At the last second, Drake grabbed onto a loose strap and started dangling over the edge, something he seemed to be doing more and more nowadays.

Falcon walked towards the man, ready to finish him off, but something made him stop and turn around. He backed away, fearful and awestruck at the monster that loomed in front of him.

That other man that Link had gone to fight had grown tenfold, and was now wielding a gigantic blue sword. Link was nowhere to be seen, and he hadn't noticed him flying off the cargo, either. Falcon hadn't even seen a Final Smash ball, which had horrible implications.

Falcon weighed his odds, decided they weren't good enough, and opted for plan B. As Kratos began to walk towards him, the captain ran to the edge of the cargo and jumped off. Looking over the edge as he returned to normal size, Kratos saw a small ship swoop by and catch him as he fell.

His opponents decimated, Kratos turned his attention to the battleship that had brought ruin to Columbia. A big ship, to be sure. He looked at the remaining airships, some of which were clearly within his range. He could probably chase the ship down, but if he was shot down-

He was interrupted from his planning by Drake, who was still dangling from the containers. "Yo, Kratos. I could use a hand here."

With one hand, Kratos lifted Drake bodily over his head, throwing him down on the boxes. Drake got up slowly, wincing slightly at his multiple injuries.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" said Drake.

"Soon they will return, with more people," Kratos replied, not looking at Drake.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. And I was thinking, it might be a good idea to stop fighting each other until we beat them."

Kratos turned to him.

"Not forever," Drake said hurriedly. "Believe me, I want to kill you as much as you want to kill me. But it might be a good idea to have a truce for the time being, to help fight these guys off."

He extended his hand. "So what do you say, truce?"

Kratos stared at him funnily.

A moment later, as Drake fell from the container, two thoughts occurred to him.

1. Only Kratos can decide when Kratos needs to stop fighting.

2. He didn't seem to be respawning.