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Both sword fighters slid back from the impact. Amazingly, none of them had been KOed. Ike and Marth reentered their furious frenzy, executing moves fluidly and expertly. Ike heard a sudden noise in the background. It took all his focus to keep looking at Marth instead of turning around to investigate the origin of that sound. Luckily for him, Marth had been distracted. Ike swung at the prince's shoulder, sending the prince flying backwards . Marth disappeared in the fog. Wait, fog?

Ike looked around to see only fog surrounding him. He could no longer see Marth or even his sword. He realized that in his surprise he had dropped his sword. Ike's heart started pounding. Who knew who was hiding. He heard movement behind him. Was it Marth?

Ike suddenly tripped over something. He fell. He luckily landed on the stage, not falling of the edge. He crept towards the area where he tripped. Ike waved his hand in the air an attempt to unsuccessfully clear the smoke. He knelt and continued crawling. He felt his hand grab another's. He closed his grip and looked into the pale, lifeless eyes of... Marth.

Ike reeled back in shock. It wasn't possible. Marth was dead? His hand was still gripping Marth as he ran his other hand along the prince's lean, lifeless body. He didn't realize he was crying until he saw his tears fall onto Marth's pale face. Ike heard some movement behind him. His heart was filled with rage. Was the person behind him the one who had killed Marth? Ike pulled out the sword from Marth's chest. He recognized it. It was Marth's sword, Falchion. Marth had been killed with his own sword. Ike, in grieving, grabbed Marth's tiara and put it on his head.

He was ready.

Ike swung out at the person. He seemed to hit nothing but air. Ike ferociously attacked the places where he heard the movement come from. He heard the sound of sword hitting flesh and looked down in a triumphant moment.

The sword hadn't hit his opponent's flesh.

Ike saw his own sword, Ragnell, stuck in his body. He looked up and saw truimphant, fiery blue eyes gaze down at him. Ike fell to his knees. Is this... the end?

"I'm sorry... How careless of me..." Ike said.

Game Over

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