Don't worry everyone! I'm back! Yay!
It was 7:00 in the morning, and all the Meta-Knights, Shuriken and Heavy Knight, were eating breakfast in the dining room. Meta Knight opened the doors, and everyone got off their chairs, bowed, and continued. Meta Knight nodded and sat at the head of the table, pouring himself a bowl of his favourite cereal, Snap! Crackle! POP! Stars. He began spooning it into his mouth, tucking the spoon beneath his mask so his face wasn't visible. "I trust you all slept well?" he asked, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.
"It was OK," said Mace Knight, tucking into his toast.
"Thtzeezyfr you tersay," (That's easy for you to say,) mumbled Blade Knight, "You didnhavter slponanitchyshgcrpt!" (You didn't have to sleep on an itchy shag carpet!)
"At least you got out from underneath Heavy," groaned Sword Knight, "It was stuck under that hunk of metal all night..."
Meta Knight ignored them. "And you, Shuriken?" he asked, turning to the pink-clad ninja, "How was your stay in the guest bedroom?"
"Uh," she yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, "Yeah, it was good... all alone... in the dark... on a big scary battleship..."
"Oh, good," he said, finishing off his orange juice, sucking it through a straw as to not take of his mask, and apparently not noticing the bags under the ninja's eyes. "Finish your meals, everyone, then head down to the training room," he ordered, before warping out, wrapping himself him his cloak.
"I will never understand how he does that..." muttered Axe Knight, before hopping off his seat, followed by the others.
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The group arrived, and Meta Knight stood before them, polishing Galaxia. "Ah, good, you're here," he said. "Now, you all why you are here, so," he turned to the two newcomers, "Which of you wants to go first?"
Heavy Knight, apparently noticing his sister's tiredness, volunteered. "I," he said, and stomped off into the arena, as the others looked on from above.
"The rules are very simple," explained Meta Knight, LYou will fight the existing members, bar myself, in waves if two, Sword and Blade, Mace and Axe, and Javelin and Trident. You will be judged on how many to beat and how good you fighting style is."
Heavy Knight nodded, and unheated his sword from the scabbard on his back. "Ready," he Saud, void of all emotion, as, it seems, was the norm.
"Very well," said Meta Knight. "Sword, Blade, get in there!"
Yessir!" they saluted and leapt down, brandishing their blades. They gripped them and charged forwards...
Another shirt chapter here, sorry! I will make it up to you guys!
