The Triple Trouble Team
Chapter 18: Test Practice
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Final Destination
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Marth and Roy walked down together. Both of them had their share of injuries. Both Marth and Roy had some type of injury in their forearm, and Marth had also been shot in his left shoulder. Roy knew that this could be looked at as a rematch to the battle him and Marth had had before they had been captured.
Roy had been getting ready to try out to be a royal warrior, but had never actually tried out. Prince Marth had helped him practice, but he had only gotten a little better.
Roy wanted to change that. His grandfather had been a legend in the royal army; Roy had always wanted to be just like him one day; to be looked upon as the greatest warrior ever to walk Lavaka.
He had to clear his mind now though, if he wanted to be able to fight as Giga Bowser yelled, "Begin!"
Marth ran at Roy who did the same. Roy didn't know why, but he actually felt a little stronger then the last time he had battled Marth. Marth was much more advanced then Roy was, you had to be a great warrior to be a prince in Empira. Several princes had been assassinated when they had lost in a practice fight and the citizens found out.
Marth didn't want to fight Roy right now, yet he didn't want to die either. Marth and Roy's swords clashed and parted. Roy charged again, sword outward. Marth evaded and attempted to slash Roy's side. Roy dodged and faced Marth.
He dove at Marth with his sword forward. The prince side-jumped, but not far enough to avoid Roy's blade; it sliced through Marth's right leg a bit.
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Master Hand's Holding Cell
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Fox's head throbbed badly as he opened his eyes. He wondered how much worse feeling half-dead could be then the way he was feeling. He got ready to stand up, and yelled in pain.
Peach, who had had nursing experience herself, walked over.
"Oh, Man," Fox moaned. "What happened?"
"By the speed you fell at, I would have imagined that Giga Bowser threw you down here," Peach responded. "And if I didn't know better, I'd say that your leg was broken,"
"Oh, great! Just what I need!"
"Hey Fox, what do ya think of the party down here?" Came a familiar voice.
"Falco?" Fox asked.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" Falco replied in his usually sarcastic way.
"Man am I tired!" Fox commented as he fell asleep.
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Final Destination
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Marth bent over and clutched his right leg. Roy almost went to apologize, but remembered the warning they had received at the beginning.
"Uh, Marth, let's do this hand to hand," Roy suggested.
"Yeah... I... Think it... could be... a lot less... painful," Marth replied, gasping for air.
Marth and Roy sheathed their swords and raised their fists. Marth charged forward, drilling his fist into Roy's stomach. Roy yelped in pain, and kicked Marth in his good side. Roy grabbed Marth and wrestled him to the floor. Marth and Roy rolled on the floor, trying to break the others grip.
Marth broke Roy's grip and hit Roy in the nose with his right fist. Blood began to gush out of Roy's nose, but he fought on.
"Okay, that didn't work, let's go back to regular fighting," Roy said thoughtfully.
"Fine with me," Marth replied.
Both Marth and Roy drew their swords and charged at each other.
Marth swung his sword quickly. Roy dodged the blow, jumped up and slashed down. The blow would have fell upon Marth's shoulder, if he hadn't moved. Roy felt something slash through his right shoulder. It didn't hurt at all, he was too stunned. Roy turned around to see Marth holding his sword.
"Good one Marth," Roy commented, his voice saying otherwise.
"Sorry, I had to," Marth replied, mouthing the first word in a way in which Giga Bowser would not hear or see.
"Sure,"
"You OK?"
"Do I look it? This is beginning to-- ugh-- hurt really bad Marth," Roy agonizingly said. "I feel sick,"
"Well, if you have to throw up, don't do it on me, 'K?"
"You sure you don't deserve it?"
"Yes,"
"How sure?"
"Roy!"
"Okay! Okay! I get the message!"
Roy was on his knees clutching his badly injured shoulder. It hurt unlike anything he had ever felt before, and the blood loss made him feel dizzy and sick.
"Roy, do you want me to forfeit so this can be over with?" Marth asked.
"No, to me, forfeiting is like worse then losing," Roy replied.
"No! Just so you could go sit down!"
"Not even for that!!!"
"OK, you're really good Roy. This'll definitely be remembered when it comes time for your test to become a royal warrior,"
"Thanks,"
"Can you walk?"
"Yeah, I think,"
Roy stood up, eyes half shut. After three seconds that seemed like an eternity to both, Roy collapsed, and instantly threw up on the floor.
"Oh, man Roy," Marth commented.
"The next one's are simply gonna LOVE that," Roy joked.
"Yeah really, could be a 'hazard'"
"Marth!"
"Okay, just kidding," "Yeah... Me... Too" Roy said, passing out.
"Oh god, remember what I said about this! No Roy!" Marth pleaded. He was on time to see Crazy Hand pick up Roy and drop him down to the cell below.
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Master Hand's Holding Cell
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"Fox, get up!" Peach called.
"Why?" Came his response.
"We have a new visitor! Look at him! Poor thing,
Roy lay bloody and unconscious on the floor of the cell. His shoulder and forearm were badly injured, and he looked as if he had been in a lot of pain.
"Man, now that's bad," Luigi commented.
"Yeah definitely," Fox replied.
"Jeez, I'd hate to be him," Falco said.
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Final Destination
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Marth walked back to his seat and sadly sat down. He felt bad, but knew he had had good practice for his warrior test.
"Well, well, well," Giga Bowser started. "Look who's next! Yoshi and Link!"
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Next Time: Yoshi and Link duel in "Dino-Mite!"
Chapter 18: Test Practice
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Final Destination
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Marth and Roy walked down together. Both of them had their share of injuries. Both Marth and Roy had some type of injury in their forearm, and Marth had also been shot in his left shoulder. Roy knew that this could be looked at as a rematch to the battle him and Marth had had before they had been captured.
Roy had been getting ready to try out to be a royal warrior, but had never actually tried out. Prince Marth had helped him practice, but he had only gotten a little better.
Roy wanted to change that. His grandfather had been a legend in the royal army; Roy had always wanted to be just like him one day; to be looked upon as the greatest warrior ever to walk Lavaka.
He had to clear his mind now though, if he wanted to be able to fight as Giga Bowser yelled, "Begin!"
Marth ran at Roy who did the same. Roy didn't know why, but he actually felt a little stronger then the last time he had battled Marth. Marth was much more advanced then Roy was, you had to be a great warrior to be a prince in Empira. Several princes had been assassinated when they had lost in a practice fight and the citizens found out.
Marth didn't want to fight Roy right now, yet he didn't want to die either. Marth and Roy's swords clashed and parted. Roy charged again, sword outward. Marth evaded and attempted to slash Roy's side. Roy dodged and faced Marth.
He dove at Marth with his sword forward. The prince side-jumped, but not far enough to avoid Roy's blade; it sliced through Marth's right leg a bit.
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Master Hand's Holding Cell
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Fox's head throbbed badly as he opened his eyes. He wondered how much worse feeling half-dead could be then the way he was feeling. He got ready to stand up, and yelled in pain.
Peach, who had had nursing experience herself, walked over.
"Oh, Man," Fox moaned. "What happened?"
"By the speed you fell at, I would have imagined that Giga Bowser threw you down here," Peach responded. "And if I didn't know better, I'd say that your leg was broken,"
"Oh, great! Just what I need!"
"Hey Fox, what do ya think of the party down here?" Came a familiar voice.
"Falco?" Fox asked.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" Falco replied in his usually sarcastic way.
"Man am I tired!" Fox commented as he fell asleep.
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Final Destination
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Marth bent over and clutched his right leg. Roy almost went to apologize, but remembered the warning they had received at the beginning.
"Uh, Marth, let's do this hand to hand," Roy suggested.
"Yeah... I... Think it... could be... a lot less... painful," Marth replied, gasping for air.
Marth and Roy sheathed their swords and raised their fists. Marth charged forward, drilling his fist into Roy's stomach. Roy yelped in pain, and kicked Marth in his good side. Roy grabbed Marth and wrestled him to the floor. Marth and Roy rolled on the floor, trying to break the others grip.
Marth broke Roy's grip and hit Roy in the nose with his right fist. Blood began to gush out of Roy's nose, but he fought on.
"Okay, that didn't work, let's go back to regular fighting," Roy said thoughtfully.
"Fine with me," Marth replied.
Both Marth and Roy drew their swords and charged at each other.
Marth swung his sword quickly. Roy dodged the blow, jumped up and slashed down. The blow would have fell upon Marth's shoulder, if he hadn't moved. Roy felt something slash through his right shoulder. It didn't hurt at all, he was too stunned. Roy turned around to see Marth holding his sword.
"Good one Marth," Roy commented, his voice saying otherwise.
"Sorry, I had to," Marth replied, mouthing the first word in a way in which Giga Bowser would not hear or see.
"Sure,"
"You OK?"
"Do I look it? This is beginning to-- ugh-- hurt really bad Marth," Roy agonizingly said. "I feel sick,"
"Well, if you have to throw up, don't do it on me, 'K?"
"You sure you don't deserve it?"
"Yes,"
"How sure?"
"Roy!"
"Okay! Okay! I get the message!"
Roy was on his knees clutching his badly injured shoulder. It hurt unlike anything he had ever felt before, and the blood loss made him feel dizzy and sick.
"Roy, do you want me to forfeit so this can be over with?" Marth asked.
"No, to me, forfeiting is like worse then losing," Roy replied.
"No! Just so you could go sit down!"
"Not even for that!!!"
"OK, you're really good Roy. This'll definitely be remembered when it comes time for your test to become a royal warrior,"
"Thanks,"
"Can you walk?"
"Yeah, I think,"
Roy stood up, eyes half shut. After three seconds that seemed like an eternity to both, Roy collapsed, and instantly threw up on the floor.
"Oh, man Roy," Marth commented.
"The next one's are simply gonna LOVE that," Roy joked.
"Yeah really, could be a 'hazard'"
"Marth!"
"Okay, just kidding," "Yeah... Me... Too" Roy said, passing out.
"Oh god, remember what I said about this! No Roy!" Marth pleaded. He was on time to see Crazy Hand pick up Roy and drop him down to the cell below.
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Master Hand's Holding Cell
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"Fox, get up!" Peach called.
"Why?" Came his response.
"We have a new visitor! Look at him! Poor thing,
Roy lay bloody and unconscious on the floor of the cell. His shoulder and forearm were badly injured, and he looked as if he had been in a lot of pain.
"Man, now that's bad," Luigi commented.
"Yeah definitely," Fox replied.
"Jeez, I'd hate to be him," Falco said.
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Final Destination
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Marth walked back to his seat and sadly sat down. He felt bad, but knew he had had good practice for his warrior test.
"Well, well, well," Giga Bowser started. "Look who's next! Yoshi and Link!"
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Next Time: Yoshi and Link duel in "Dino-Mite!"