"I was kinda hoping for Terra, honestly."
"No way! Zidane is clearly the better choice!"
"I would've preferred someone from Bravely Default..."
Things were very lively in the Smash Mansion today; a new fighter was just added to the roster! The Smashers were excited about this, of course. However, that's not why things were so noisy.
Shulk and the newcomer Cloud Strife had gotten into a fight and everyone (save for Mario, who went to go get Master Hand) gathered around in the lobby to watch the two pretty blonde swordsmen duke it out. Some of the Smashers were whispering to each other about the new guy, while others were placing bets on who would win. Nonetheless, things got heated really quickly.
"Now let's get one thing straight; you may the original blonde sword-wielding jRPG protagonist, but don't think that means you can act all high and mighty!" said Shulk with clenched teeth. The Homs boy was terrifying when he got mad, as he hardly ever did. Whatever Cloud did must've really gotten on Shulk's last nerve.
"And what gives you the right to boss me around?" was Cloud's retort, "You're just some dopey British kid who spouts funny one-liners!"
Oh, you've gone and done it now, Mr. Strife. Shulk responded with a fist to Cloud's face, and things just went downhill from there.
Rosalina stepped in between the two young men, who were now glaring at each other, in an attempt to calm them both.
"Now now, you two. Save it for the battlefield-"
Unfortunately, her words couldn't quite reach them. The Monado and Buster Sword were already drawn and collided with a loud, metallic CLANG!
"Fight me," the two swordsmen whispered.
As the petty argument turned into an all-out brawl, yet another blonde swordsman sat isolated on the other side of the lobby, watching the scene unfold with a rather gloom look on his face.
"There's no way I can compete with someone like Cloud Strife," Isaac sobbed, "They'll never let me become a playable character now!"
He blew his nose using his yellow scarf and burst into tears once again. This made the lupine fellow next to him very uncomfortable.
Wolf wasn't exactly sure what to do with this miserable teenager. For crying out loud, he's a space mercenary, not a therapist! Yelling at him would probably make the whole thing worse, so Wolf did the one other thing he knew how. Hopefully, this would work. He placed his furry hand on Isaac's shoulder, looked him in the eye, and said:
"Welcome to The Salt Ride, kiddo."
AN: i wrote this at like 10 pm so it's kinda terrible but um... welcome the smash, cloud.