The war lasted for around 5 minutes, before King Dedede was knocked into a pile of crumbled bricks. Shadow Dedede lifted his massive axe above the king's head, preparing to chop him in half and end his life.
"Any last words?" the shadowy monarch asked.
King Dedede had to find a way to avoid death, fast. He thought for a bit, and then he looked at his mitten. He got an idea.
"I remember when Dreamland was turned into a pinball course," Dedede began. "It was a truly... how should I say, 'shocking' experience."
And just as Shadow Dedede swung his axe down, the real Dedede whipped off his mitten and launched a bolt of lightning from the palm of his bare hand at the shadowy fake, sending him flying to the opposite side of the room.
"ARGH! You and your blasted secrets!!!" sneered the beaten and bruised Shadow Dedede. The real one took off his other mitten and blasted more bolts of lightning from his hands.
Within around half a minute, Shadow Dedede was down. His body was sucked back into the mysterious mirror.
King Dedede was proud of himself. He put his mittens back on and turned to leave, but then the mirror began sucking him in!
Dedede grabbed onto an old pillar and tried to hold on, but it was too late. The king was gone within seconds.