Meta Knight's Past

"You'll never beat me! I survived years of starvation!" Sword Knight intimidated his opponent. "You've only survived-"

"Everything!" Sir Meta Knight retorted. "Starvation, hypothermia, Galactica Knight! Starvation, ha! Don't make me laugh, you bandit!"

The two were facing and circling while Lost Warrior watched from the sides. This was the duel Sir Meta Knight had promised Sword, after washing off the blood. "Alright, now," Lost Warrior started. "You two can stop pacing. Ready…"

"I'll try to go easy on you," Sword growled.

"Bring it," Sir Meta Knight replied.

"Fight!"

The constant clangs of the swords could be heard throughout the town. Laughing usually followed afterward, and there was a steady stream of retorts.

"Take that!"

"Coward!"

"I'll chop you up and feed you to the orphanage!"

"You bandits, always talk big, but show so little respect for knights like me!"

"Some knight!"

"Hold the blade with both hands when blocking, Sir Meta Knight," Lost Warrior instructed. "That's better. Keep it steady, Sword Knight, or he'll over take you. Try to get him to surrender, Sir Meta Knight. Good, very good!"

"He's singing your praises!" Sword muttered.

"At least I have some!"

The fighting was so skilled and well played; it seemed like no one would emerge victorious. The two were equally skilled swordsmen, if any had ever seen better. They were mirrors; Sword on attack, Sir Meta Knight on defense, or Sir Meta Knight on attack and Sword on defense. Lost Warrior made sure whatever their weak points were, that they were made strong again.

"You're losing balance, again, Sword Knight. Try to keep your feet equally spread apart."

"You hear that, Sword? You can't keep even that!"

"Shut up, you one-hand blocker!"

This went on until noon, when Lost Warrior had an inspiration when Sir Meta Knight was on attack.

"Sir Meta Knight, try to bring your sword back down when you strike!"

Obediently, the sword went back for another attack, and then another, which, not including the first strike, ended with a total of five hits.

Sword lost his balance after this and was knocked backwards. "Whoaa!"

Sir Meta Knight stuck his sword in the ground beside the bandit. "Winner! That's ME, Sword. The follower will never surpass the master!"

"Well done, well done," Lost Warrior applauded. "Well done, both of you."

"Thank you, thank you," Sir Meta Knight bowed several times, until Sword kicked him over.

"No, thank you!" Sword stood up. "I haven't had a fight like that since- I can't even remember. For such a pipsqueak, you put up a good fight."

"Don't make me shove this up your head."

"Weeeell, it was one of those days, Sword."

"Best day of my life! Um, not that your arm isn't important or anything, but I emerged VICTORIOUS! The Mighty All-Powerful Sword bounces back! You can't hold your winning streak forever!"

Sir Meta Knight's right arm had been cut by Sword's blade. Sword had won. I thought these paudlons were for protection, not for looks! "Yeah, at least it was just a cut, and nothing bloody."

"Yeah. Well, let's hope Galactica Knight isn't luring around to kill you."

But Sword was psyched, as a white flash nearly hit Sir Meta Knight, but it didn't.

Lost Warrior was the barrier. "Run, or all is lost!"

The two ran, hesitantly, but fast enough. "No, no, he's going to kill-" Sir Meta Knight stopped, fazed out, but Sword urged him to keep going. Soon, Galactica Knight was no where to be seen when the two reached the sea-side cliff.

"Good. We lost-whoa!" Sword was grabbed by the murderous fiend, and Galactica Knight flew off, laughing.

"Not Sword-no-not my-friend-no, no, NO!" Sir Meta Knight unsheathed Galaxia and charged at his left wing, wings unfolded. The gold went through the feathers, and held a firm place, as Meta Knight tried to reach Sword's hand.

Then the sword's hold loosened.

"Sir Meta Knight, hang on, please!"

Then, frozen with anguish, Sir Meta Knight plummeted into the sea.

Sword….