I never left so... I'm still here to write even more.
Sage: Their personalities are like the Link's in the manga. Purple is calm and collective, Blue aggresive and hot-headed, Maroon optismistic and upbeat, and black being more like shadow Link only she's Lyric.
mystery8icarus: Yeah*fist pumps with you*!
the unknown assasin: Maybe.
WrittenwithPencils: Oh, I'm idiotic*hits myself upside the head*. Wow, that's pretty funny, I thought you were a new person, pfft, I'm an idiot sometime...
Duskzilla: I agree with sir Lancelot on that one. Though I'm sorry to Sir Lancelot, Jay, and Bowser, but I'm gonna hae to take Duskzilla's side. Hopefully you won't murder me in my sleep...? Hopefully... Oh yeah, Bowser, do me a favor? STOP BEING A CREEPY AWESOME DINOSAUR AND GO AWAY! Ooh, I know! I'll get rid of you in this chapter*dashes away to write it down*!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own SSB, and all of the OC's belong to other witers.
Chapter 24(Tex)
Next day.
My hair is pink. It's terrible. Kit woke me up way too early this morning, complaining about his back and the floor in the halls. He then made me sit through the horrible experience as he died my hair a bright pink. It was pure torture.
"C'mon Tex! It's not that bad." Kit urges.
"Yes it is." I say, trying to hide behind the door.
"No it isn't."
"Yes. It. Is."
"Not it isn't."
"Yes! It! Is!" One final tug from Kit, and I'm in the hall. I see Jay pulling April out in a similar fashion. April's wearing blue, instead of pink, and no make-up. She looks close to tears. We make eye contact and both almost burst out laughing. Shaking it off, and going downstairs with Kit.
"Attention, all highschool students are to go outside to the training grounds. Now!" MH's voice echos arounf through intercom. A river of teens is created as they all start walking outside. Good thing I wore a hat today. Me and Kit reach the training grounds first. A few of the teachers are waiting in front of a small arena.
"Welcome!" A man dressed as a plumber greets.
"This is-a the training arena!" He calls out a bit louder.
"You will battle each-other for practice in these!" A what seems to be a robot says. The robot takes it's head off, revealing a woman.
"I am samus Aran, this is Mario Mario, and this," she points to the angel next to her.
"Is Pit!" He gives a nod.
"Before you can start practice brawling, there are a few rules." Groans are heard from the more rebelious teens.
"First rule: Fight fair!" Few react to this.
'Second rule: You may only use the weapons that belong to you." Nods in understanment are seen.
"Third, and last rule: Have fun!" Samus face-palms at this, and Mario nods in agreement.
"Who would-a like to go-a first?" Mario asks the crowd. Torren raises his hand first, then motions for Jay
"Us!" He says with a devious smile.
"Ok!" Pit gives a smile before leading the two into the arena.
"Here we go." Samus pulls out an odd looking remote. Pressing a few buttons, and motion for Pit wildly.
(Torren)
This is gonna be fun.
"Ready?" I call out.
"Since the day we met!" She adds a condescending smile. Heh, now's the time I get to beat the living daylights out of her, and not get yelled at!
"Five. Four. Three. Two. One." I lunge, blade ready. My chosen weapon is a staff, with two curved blades portruding the ends. I look at her weapon, a long-hilted dagger, pathetic. I come to a stop inches from her, and go to swing and hit her side.
(Jay)
I find myself dropping to the floor as he tries to hit my side with his bladed staff, thingy. On the floor, I half dive, half crawl, between his legs. Springing up and stabbing him, litterally, in his back. He steps forward, blindly, but effectively, dodging. He whirls, and I extend my blade, just before it becomes a whip. Now a long-hilted sword.
He flashes a look of surprise at my blade, but it quickly disappears. I stab at him, and he bats my blade away easily.
"Ready?" I mock.
"For what?" He challenges. I've always loved a good challenge.
(Torren)
What is she gonna do? Stab me? That is easily blocked. She smiles in anticipation. What is she waiting for? I take a swing, just to get things going. She takes a quick run before leaping over me. I try swinging up, but instead of Jay, my blade comes into contact with a whip. The whip wraps around my blade, loosening it from my grasp.
Ah, I see now. Before she can pull it away, I tug it, bringing her with it. She lands with a thump on the ground in front of me. I twirl my staff around, readying it for the hit.
(April)
What is she doing?! Get up Jay! Get up! Ugh, she confuses me so much! One moment, she doesn't even break a sweat dodging me, while I am panting, slouching, and doing an all manner of un-lady-like things! Oh, I ust hope she gets up!
(Tex)
This is turning out to be entertaining. And yet boring. It goes on, and on, when just wanna try it out for myself. I wonder if anyone else feels this way?
(Jay)
He does know I'm just faking, right? I honestly thought he'd be a bit more of a challenge. Or at least smarter. When I can feel the heat emanating from his body, I know it's time. I roll out of the way of his blade, getting up, swinging, and extending my blade. It makes contact. Torren is knocked back slightly, but not enough.
I can hear his panting. These people are not good with duration, it's too easy. I shorten my blade to a dagger. I hear the panting slow, and soon, Torren's footsteps. I side-step his blade, swinging my arm out in a stab. He rolls leans back enough to avoid my blade. I scowl.
"I thought you would be a bit more of a challenge!" I taunt, hands on hips, and leaning forward.
"Oh trust me, I am!" His mouth twitches into a slight smile. Even though I hate thinking like this, I know I'm going to win. But I don't want to jinx it. We slowly circle each other.
"Watcha waitin' for?" I throw at him.
"Oh, you'll see." Ok, now I'm confused. It's not like we know our final smashes yet. I ponder this dilemma, but before I know it, I feel a sharp pain in my side and am knocked to the edge. The pain goes away immediately, but that's the only good thing in this predicament. Torren is standing above me, raising his blade above his head, completely dramatizing it.
I clutch the edges, which are ridged for better grip, and wait for the stab to come. Not to subdue the pain, but to dodge. The blade comes down at full speed, and I bend my body backwards, so I dangle off the edge. Torren looks astonished. I bet he's wondering where I went. He doesn't even look down. I gather all of my arm-strength in preparation of my attack.
I grimace as I swing myself up with full force, attacking in a kick while sliding on the ground(Like Sheik's). Torren trips, and unfortunately, falls on top of me.
"Get off." I say, my voice being muffled by his stinky shirt. He scrambles off, then aims a kick at me. I roll to the side, and push myself up. I turn, and sprint towards him, catching him off-gaurd. I push him away, right in his stomach too. An 'oof' escapes his mouth, and he's knocked to the other side. He's out of breath.
I grin.
"Too. Easy." I say as I aproach. He's out of steam. I always like to conserve my energy. The problem with me, is I have a terrible sense of timing. I reach him, and push him towards the edge with my foot.
"Buh-bye." I give him a wave, before grabbing him by his short collar, and tossing with all my might, off the side. I turn around.
(Torren)
I'm not over yet. I lodge my blade into a crack on the wall of the arena. I start bouncing up and down on the flimsy staff. Soon enough I fling myself back up, and dash back over to Jay. The unexpectant Jay turns around. I notice her blade too late.
(Jay)
In a sudden act of instinct, I somehow manage to stab Torren. I quickly realize though, and knee him in his... Place... He crumples to the ground in agony, that I think disappears quickly. Before he recovers completely though, I grab him, this time with my whip. My arms strain as I once again attempt to fling him over the edge. It works!
And the practice brawls have arrived! Jay's epic win was, well, epic in my imagination. Others will practice brawl soon enough. I think Torren and Jay were pretty evenly matched, and they would've fought for awhile longer if Torren hadn't left his staff thingy behind.
Until next time,
~Not-Alone-Anymore