When he was close enough, she brought her own sword down upon his own, sending sparks soaring across the room and showering them within it.
"You cannot defeat me, little warrior. No matter how hard you tried." She whispered to him. He took no notice and jumped back, sending a couple swings her direction. Without much effort, it seemed, she blocked the shots and countered with her own. Meta Knight took no notice as one nicked the side of his arm, and paid more attention on blocking the rest of her deadly swings. One, two, three more swings had passed before Meta Knight found a small opening within her defenses, and took that opportune moment to jab at her. He caught the side of her dress and sliced it, catching her skin as well. Raynu took a step back and held her hand over her wound. A small golden glow illuminated the wound and, blocking a few more shots from Meta Knight, the wound was soon healed.
Meta Knight gasped in astonishment. Wounds weren't easily healed and he was slightly curious as to how she did that. However, he put his curiosity aside to fight her. Inhaling slightly, he let loose a few Sword Beams across the air and aimed them at her. Quickly, Raynu brought her sword down in a wide vertical arc, sending his sword beams right back at him.
Quickly, Meta Knight rolled out of the way and hid behind a broken pillar, gasping for breath.
Raynu cackled loudly. "Give up, Warrior! All you try cannot hurt me!" Meta knight panted as he clung to the pillar's side, his eyes shifting nervously.
'Maybe she's right...' he thought. 'She's blocking my attacks almost as easily as she's countering...' He slowly looked back at her from around the pillar. She merely grinned evilly and stared directly at him.
"Ready to give up yet, little Warrior?" She tilted her head to the side. The wound he'd received earlier finally caught his attention as pain seared through him. He collapsed to the floor, holding the 'more than just a nick' wound, trying to keep the blood inside his body, rather than pour out of it. "If you give up, I can heal your wound." Although she spoke softly, her voice seemed to echo throughout the room.
Meta Knight snarled as his glove turned red where it met the wound. "I would never give in to the likes of you." He whispered, then steadied himself and prepared to attack her. He remained behind the pillar, thinking of his ways to attack her from directions and what she'd do to defend them. So far, there is only one attack he could possibly use that may do some damage to her, like it did to the Waddle Dees and Waddle Doos out in the hallway. He grinned slightly, and then pivoted around the pillar to face her.
Her eyes held some kind of sadness within them; as if she was afraid he would be seriously impaired or harmed by the wound she gave him. "Well fine, you can still fight me, but at least let me heal you..."
Meta Knight stared at her, searching her face, body, and eyes for signs of lying, but all he saw was anger and sadness within her features. As much as his mind wouldn't allow it, he slowly went toward her, finding it hard to have strength enough to walk. His vision blurred every time he exhaled and he stumbled once, but used his wings to hold him upright. He made it to her, with the help of his wings, and stood, bracing himself in case she attacked him while he was wounded.
Fortunately for him, her word held true and she laid her hands around the wound. Meta Knight tried to keep the pain from showing to much or escaping his mouth, but it was just too much. Her hands had pressed down upon the wound to stop the blood flow and he cried out in pain, his hand clenching around Galaxia. Her face held a stern look as the glow faded from around his arm. Soon enough, she let go and the blood rushed toward his hand, sending little tingling sensations throughout his arm. He rubbed it lightly, hoping the pins and needles would soon disappear.
"There. I told you I would heal you, aye?" She smiled lightly as she picked her sword back up and twirled it within her gloved fingers. "If you still wish to fight, then so be it. If not, then I promise I will give Kirby back to you."
His eyes lit up and he smiled slightly. His brain shut off when he heard that he'd get Kirby back, but the part of the brain that was supposed to think of the conditions had been blocked out. He nodded once. "I do not wish to fight any longer and risk more damage to myself, the room, or the by standers."
She nodded once and her sword disappeared. "As you wish, Meta Knight." She closed her eyes for only a moment before opening them, her wicked eyes glowing and a grin to match replacing her worried expression. Meta Knight at once realized what he'd done, but it was too late to stop the ball of electricity from consuming him. He cried out as he felt it within him, but Galaxia was much more powerful than the bolts of electricity that the ball gave off, so only the initial shock harmed him.
He groaned as he watched her arms flail about in the same manner as Kirby's and King DeDeDe's transformation had gone about. The pain that finally hit him was the breaking, reshaping, and mending of his bones, and the skin that formed around it. He watched her face focus intently on the extra fine details of his face, of his hair, and making his armour fit still. She replaced his mask onto the top of his head, making sure it was big enough to cover his face.
Once he was fit enough to be a human, a bright flash ran across Meta Knight's golden eyes. The ball had disappeared and she held him within her arms. The last thing Meta Knight saw before his eyes and brain were clouded in darkness was sorrow, enjoyment, and wickedness upon the face and eyes of Raynu.