Now Cynder takes on Peach. Let's see how this goes!
Cynder: Well well, the princess in pink finally arrives.
Ignitus: Looking forward to battling Peach?
Cynder: Kind of. More like looking forward to giving her a little piece of my mind.
Ignitus: (Confused) What exactly do you mean?
Cynder: Don't get me wrong, I get Mario games aren't known for their story. But come on Peach! You've been the damsel in distress for 30 years, and only now have decided to put your foot down? A little odd, but if that's your thing, go on ahead I guess.
Ignitus: That was a little harsh, don't you think?
Cynder: Probably. But after being the damsel in distress during The Eternal Night, I got tired of the idea. Yet, and I'm not blaming the victim here, Peach here has been too bothered to care for 30 years? Call me crazy, but something seems odd here.
Ignitus: You and Spyro are very much alike in this regard, I see.
Cynder: Did he go off on a tirade about this too?
Ignitus: Exactly.
Cynder: I figured as much. But, hey, if she's trying to go for this image of grace, cake, and stereotypical royal femininity, go right ahead. It's not my cup of tea, but I'm not her. Though, not blaming the victim, you got to admit, this is a pretty spotty track record.
Ignitus: Agreed. This does require further investigation, but now is not the time.
Cynder: Agreed. So, how do I kick her royal tail?
Ignitus: Firstly, beware her agriculture. Namely, her strongest attack is throwing vegetables, or the occasional Bomb-omb if she gets lucky.
Cynder: So her best move is chance-based? Not exactly helping against my argument.
Ignitus: Then there's her sleep-inducing Final Smash.
Cynder: Duly noted. Let's do this, princess!
And that wraps up Peach. Next time, her counterpart in Sarassaland, Daisy! So to see how that turns out, tune in next time! Same time... same channel!