Some time passed as the fighters all grown used to their new homes for the time being. Most sleeping off the time differences. Keeping their heads tucked nicely into their pillows with a plate of snacks on the side for whenever they awoken. For the Smashers to experience a form of dimension lag of sorts, those from a more futuristic era felt slow and those of the past seemed to have adrenaline rush from the new discoveries.

As these days moved by the restraints of moving with Marth and Link lessened on the phantom. His room was that of Robin's and while there was a form of partition the style remained the same. Keeping their heritage somewhat intact as their source of light being a candle and the room's electrical switch was covered by a large desk for the tactical needs of Robin.

Ike memorized the layout of the mansion, not needing the sleep like others he decided to take a journey out of the confines of their room. Though his thoughts of an escape was a vast plain room with mirrors on the surrounding walls and mats of a dull blue as the floor. Equipment on one side while the other is completely open.

Taking his place among a punching bag that Samus had lovingly explained how it works by constantly pummeling it. Unsheathing his sword before looking at the bag again. Taking a great slash at it only to see it's face change from a happy to sad. Sheathing his sword, Ike grabs both ends and turns it so its faces away from his line of view. Keeping the eyes out of sight.

Having only focusing on that is in front of him, Ike paid no heed to a person lurking not too far away; who seemed to have knocked over a rather large exercise equipment whilst stumbling. It was only when the bag and himself went flying across the matted floor did Ike take notice. Sprawled on his back, Ike looked up to what seemed like a man in rather flashy armor.

"Y-You're real!?"

Ike raised an eyebrow before rolling back to his feet. Charging over to the mysterious guy and aiming for a slash across his gut. "What kind of question is that!?" He dodged in the knick of time. Distancing himself from a rather angry Ike. The man adjusted his helmet slightly before grinning.

"Well now that I confirmed you being resurrected or MH doing some form of funny for some well deserved payback!" The man got into his natural fighting stance, "Show me your moves!" Was all he would muster out as he swung a fist straight at Ike with a burst of flame erupting.

Pushing his opponent back further. The man then rushed at him with little gabs before raising his heel up and striking Ike down. Not that the phantom wasn't trying. He was just caught off guard by everything and he did counter most of the attacks. Keeping their distance to a minimum because Ike sent the man back to.

In the eyes of the spectators that have gathered in the room. The current bet was that the Cap'n was gonna win. Though alongside the bet most were just generally confused about what the hell was going on. For Falcon to suddenly strike was just how he dealt with things. His reaction time always being amazing makes his physical reaction seem quicker than his brain.

Though amongst the crowd the veterans formed with a drought of confusion.

"Ike?"

"H-he is alive?"

"Did Master Hand go against his own rule?"

"Does he remember us?"

"Pika-Pii!"

Marth quickly finding the group of confused and worried fighters. He merely watched on as his phantom friend fiercely fought a long running veteran; until his eyes caught glimpse of the right hand, suddenly the ground rose on two different platforms till the two fighting were completely separated on orange transparent floorings.

Both drenched in their own sweat, Ike bent over with Ragnell painfully striking the floor. Barely holding his own sword up while that weird vibrant Falcon is slightly hunched with a wicked grin plastered on his panting face.

"You two both should know the rules by now!" The hand thundered, his voice whilst magically existing from somewhere was still fierce. Captain Falcon didn't bother looking at the hand has his eyes stayed locked on to the resurrected fighter as did the phantom, though he only stole a quick glimpse. "Both of you shall be detained in your rooms, some unlucky volunteer shall bring the meals in and the matches will be altered so you can not fight. The time for this whole punishment shall be a week, in the meantime you both shall get the guidelines to read over once more."

"Yes Master Hand" It was seldom and breathless, but the hand cared not for how they said it.

"I hope you both learn from this, a newcomer like you, Ike, should be more well behaved especially with your origins. Captain Falcon, I can't keep watching over you, there has to be a way for to truly learn our rules here."


A\N Purposefully short so I can at least give you guys something. I went on a sudden hiatus and I do apologize for that; my job got extremely busy during the season I didn't have anytime to write.

Side Note: I have a poll going on my profile. It is just to give me an idea on what I should be focusing on instead of being such a scatterbrain when it comes to these types of things.