A large amount of Waddledees were scrambling through out Metaknight's path. Some were going downstairs, while some where running upstairs; they were in a frenzy. The calm knight didn't take this as any indicator on the level of damage because Waddledees were timid by nature and this response was only natural. He calmly continued his way to his destination, his armor making heavy clicking noises that echoed through the empty halls. He felt the heat source and readied his cape so he would be prepared to shield himself if needed. When he made it to the accident, it was already being taken care of by Kirby. A crown donned the top of his head with a flame firmly kept inside of the crown.

The little fellow was blowing a tiny torch over the damaged pipes, forming them back in shape, even if they were a little smaller now than before. Two braver Waddledees were finding metal pieces to help Kirby patch up the hole, while another Waddledee was rubbing his hide on the ground. As Metaknight observed the situation, he could only assume that Kirby saved the Waddledee aching on the ground from a dangerous situation and was now just cleaning up the best that he could. He couldn't ask the dees, only Waddledoo understood them, and Kirby still couldn't string sentences very well. Once things were patched up , the dees and Kirby were patting their hands together in praise and satisfaction.

Metaknight stepped forward, his armor spoke for him in terms of getting their attention. Kirby grinned and waved, and to put the sugar on top of his already cheerful greeting, he exclaimed, "Hi, Metaknight!"

Metaknight nodded and replied, "Hello."

To most, the knight would've came off as disinterested, but Kirby understood perfectly fine and still had a cheek-to-cheek grin. The fire on his head faded out like a rough wind had blown by, and the crown glowed until it was no more, bringing the puff back to his pinkest shade. Kirby's surprised expression caused Metaknight to turn around in response to see the Waddledoo and a few other still fear stricken Waddledees behind him.

"What happened here?" He asked as he scratched the top of his head. The little dees explained to him as they all appreciatively patted Kirby on the head. When he was done taking in the information, he turned to Metaknight and explained, "Apparently, there was a bust in the pipe and one of them got stuck. Another got Kirby here to inhale him out because they couldn't pull him out, and just as that happened it exploded. Then they proceeded to fix it together, and it looks like they did a pretty fine job for the time being..."

"I see, good that no one was hurt," Metaknight stated as he turned to leave. Immediately, Kirby followed after him. He walked up the stairs and still, the little pink resident followed him. Metaknight paused suddenly and asked, "Are you following me?"

"Yes?" Kirby answered.

The knight's smile was small but was unseen due to the mask. He replied, "Alright," to not confuse Kirby and continued walking back to his quarters. Once he made it to his room, he parked himself right where he was before and grabbed a book to read. The room was still without Blade and Sword; the two were often very bored without any mischief going on and always wandered around Pupuland now days. As he turned a page, he heard something being pulled from his shelf. Immediately, he placed the book down with a rough land and shot Kirby a glare.

Kirby returned the glare, but it was far too cute to be threatening. He had his little flaps wrapped around a glass jar filled to the brim with candy. The stare down didn't let up one bit, those candies belonged to Metaknight Kirby could tell, but he also wanted them as well. His tiny hand reached to the top of the jar, and as he slowly peeled the plastic top off, the bigger warrior stood up immediately. Kirby's bottom lip puckered up fiercely, and his eyebrows furrowed to show he was willing to butt heads for this, even if it wasn't his.

"Are you challenging me?" Metaknight questioned just a little aggressively as he paced his way to the little puff. "We're going to be fair about this, and don't dare inhale the jar whole while I'm talking, Kirby." Kirby grumbled as he put the jar back up. He showed in his eyes that he was willing to duel him for that jar of candy and nodded to make a safer confirmation. "Fine then," the knight replied to his gesture and grabbed a sword for the growing warrior.

Kirby swallowed the sword and transformed into Sword Kirby. He quickly followed the knight, the two not talking to each other due to the tension for the jar of candy. In the court yard, Metaknight distanced himself greatly from his young challenger and withdrew his sword. Kirby pointed his sword at the veteran warrior and nodded. He decided he was not going to make the first move, but showed he had grown confident of his swordsmanship over time. He may have not had many years as Metaknight, but he had determination and the power of endless hunger on his side. What Kirby didn't know, was that Metaknight's appetite, especially for sweet things, was almost identical to his, hence the challenge taking place.

Metaknight had patience on his side. He knew that Kirby would grow impatient, especially with his power of hunger. All he had to do was wait for the little star warrior to attack, and due to impatience, he did. He defended and made sure that the swords would clang loudly, loud noises still effected Kirby's immature hearing. The little Warrior was dazed by the noise and Metaknight took this as the opportunity to bat him away with the Galaxia sword. He was never soft with Kirby when it came to training, and especially with duels. Kirby was fiercer than usual and struck at him again, this time ignoring the loud clashing of the swords.

Metaknight swung under him for a counter-attack, but Kirby had wisened up and managed to buck his mask with the hilt of his sword. Metaknight stumbled back in slight shock that Kirby managed to aim for his face like that, a part of him he protected most. During that stunned moment, Kirby struck him again, knocking him back a few meters. The skillful knight corrected himself in the air and dived at Kirby like an eagle with his precision. Kirby had to use both arms to defend, and reflect against his weight and his strength. He managed to escape the pressure and side-stepped to trick his foe and aimed for the shoulder pad. The pad was either not as sturdy as it looked, or Kirby had a bit of a punch not even he knew he had.

Metaknight eyes flashed white in surprise that Kirby managed to break off a piece of his armor like that. He tackled Kirby with his remaining shoulder blade but Kirby was quick on his toes and managed to recollect him self and slash upward. Metaknight was lifted into the air by the force and upon his landing, his mask had broken apart into two. He groaned and sat up, things had not settled in for him yet until he touched his bare face with his also bare right hand. He was terrifically stunned, and bordering flustered. He heard Kirby's sword fall into the grass and a curious, "Ooh?" from his pink and smaller counter part. He couldn't remove his bigger flap of a hand from his face, he wasn't used to being seen.

"Agh..." was all he managed to utter out. His hand was nearly glued to his face now, and just was he was about to wrap up into his dimensional cape to get out of sight for a few moments...

"You gotta be kidding me! All this time you were a blue one?!"

And with a heavy sigh, his blue hand identical to Kirby's fell from his face and into the grass he clutched to channel how flustered he was. King Dedede of all people had to see him without his mask and a missing glove.

"Woah. Sir...?"

Blade and Sword too.