Metaknight had a developed sense for feeling omens. Once trapped in the world of ruins years ago 'gifted' him with such a sense. The average person wouldn't take a cloudy day so seriously as he, but there was more to the sky when it came to this knight. Something fierce was being downloaded and it was fierce enough to alter the weather; the creature must've been truly evil. He had an intent stare out of the window as his nerves shook on an occasion, it felt like he recognized whatever he was sensing.
"Sir Metaknight!"
"Chilidog is here!!"
Metaknight cringed when he heard his followers alert him of the presence of a demon beast that literally spawned from hell itself. His feelings were true, and it made him anxious that the fierce creature from his past managed to find its way here. He rushed past them immediately, initiating all focus to sense where the hell spawn would be. His heart lead him through the hallways that echoed with the sound of sirens blasting at great volume that kept him from having a clear mind. He made it to the courtyard gardens, and the air there was thick and humid. He heard a wail from Kirby and a worried call from his young friend and felt fear surge through him unlike ever before. He immediately jumped through the fountain and worriedly cried, "Kirby!!"
Time was short and instantaneous, and he did not see Chilidog, but his golden blade struck it's offending claws. He landed in front of Kirby and angrily swiped at the vicious and large red dog to make it distance itself. Once his eyes focused on the foul demon, his grip on his sword tightened and his eyes were shifting from neutrality to different colors, showing his anxiety of the situation. He was nearly few seconds flat from missing Kirby's life, and if he had missed it, Chilidog would've met a fury like no other. Intensity burned from him to Chilidog and back; there was a mutual need to kill between them both. He threateningly whipped the air with a quick swing of his sword as his response to Chilidog's hisses.
Flow was shaken by Blade and Sword running in front of him, but he managed to keep calm and state, "I want you to protect Kirby no mater what happens, understood?" Chilidog was his opponent, and the reasons were growing by each offense the hell spawn made. Once Kirby was carried away and his followers left to do as told, he felt that need rise inside once again. "It's been a long time, Chilidog..." He said as examined the growling, fire breathing dog. The demon beast grew much bigger compared to the time when it was a puppy in the ruined world, he figured it had gotten much stronger since then.
He also felt the desire of vengeance from it.
Chilidog decided to notch it up a bit and lunged forward with it's enormous claws ready, Metaknight readied a defensive take as it slashed for him. He parried the first and the second with ease and tried to slash at the jugular. The dog was as quick as he was, if not more so, and slammed both claws down on it's smaller opponent. It was flipped into the air by his remarkable strength and snarled in frustration. It kept its distance and coughed fire at Metaknight who leaped over each one it spat at him in hate and rage. Chilidog was made of fire, and it burned to kill, it hunted his dark colored foe intent to shread him up if possible, for what he done to him in the past. It's physical scars had healed, but not the trauma of being drenched in water.
Metaknight didn't want to lead it back into the castle, but it was where his light footing took him. He once had the upper hand, but back into the castle halls brung him back down to the level of anxiety and fear. He hadn't a clue where in the castle Kirby was, and it was hard to predict who Chilidog wanted more. He was growing very short of breath keeping up with Chilidog, and he gave his position of weakness away to hint the dog to smog the tight hallways. He was dazed, but his will was strong enough to lead him out of the smoke and counter another claw slash. He was getting tired from the matured demon dog, but he remembered what he swore his life on and that fueled him more than any sword or star tool ever could. Kirby was his beacon of hope more so than making sure his own life did not end.
He was too proud of Kirby and cared for him too much to let him be killed by Dedede and his twisted idea of pets and toys. Even if he died in exhaustion taking this dog down, he would be satisfied. His heart pounded fiercely in pain and in determination as he managed to gash Chilidog's waistline.
"Sir Metaknight!" He heard Sword cry out and foolishly ready his weapon.
This annoyed him, and in this very moment he could not understand why, but he managed to command, "Stay back!" he couldn't say anymore because he was trying to regain his focus and push himself to the limits. He could tell Chilidog had grown sick of him and was trying to get over him, but he would be damned if he let it get past him, no matter how small he was compared to it. He leaped into the air and aimed to slash through it horizontally.
But it pierced his face with it's fang instead.
Despite the sensation of his muscles tightening up painfully before they slowly died out, he tried to turn around, but his feet were the first to shut down and he fell over onto his side. His body was freezing over, but his mind was racing as was his heart and emotions. He could not move and it was driving his short amount of time left into despair and dissatisfaction. He couldn't tell he was being turned over until he saw his followers. He felt himself fading, and he was strongly saddened by this. His arm still had feeling and he rose it up to show the bit of power he had left. He needed to get that and his message out.
"Protect him...Protect..Kirby..." He lost all feeling of everything, and hadn't notice his arm hit the ground, but he still pushed to get his entire message out and choked, "I beg of you..." He only made wishes for himself to fill, but this was something he couldn't fulfill in the dead, and it pained his pride and his heart. He swore to himself to protect Kirby as long as he lived, but now he was helplessly fading in the middle of rubble of the castle halls. He never thought too much about death, but he was now realizing just how much he feared it, and how helpless it could make one feel.
One of his most prized aspects of himself, his mind, was fading. Things darkened around him and he could not even hear. He could no longer think but to accept and drift away.
A/N: This is a minific based off of the rightfully famous episode of Chilidog. I was very moved by this episode and simply just wanted to write it. I'm going to be writing it in parts: First was Metaknight's, soon will be Kirby's, and if I think I can do it, a bonus take for Sword and Blade.