1 Chapter 2: A Little 'Fight'
Link sat behind the bush, watching Bowser hobble over closer on the path… or was he headed for Link? Link chose not to think about that stuff. Instead, he jolted his mind to noticing that the bush was covered in thorns.
"YEOW!"
Link cursed. Trickles of red blood dripped down his bare arm. He automatically knew that Bowser would've heard him know. Link twisted his head and looked over his shoulder. He softly groaned as he saw the familiar sight of Mewtwo hovering behind Bowser.
Some people called Mewtwo a cat. Link could never understand those people. True, Mewtwo had ears like a cat, and long, padded feet like your everyday feline, but the face looked narrow and curved at the bottom; a sinister feel. He had a tail about the same length as his body, and he was all in shades of purple. Mewtwo was psychic, which was how he hovered and found out that "Elfy" was behind the bush. Everyone in Nintager knew that Mewtwo was psychic, and that made everyone not trustful of him.
Link was ready for an assault of teasing words to dance upon him. He got his wish.
"Hey, Elfy," Bowser jeered from behind. "Looks like you've been studying your gravity."
"Shut up, Bowser."
"Yeah, if you slipped on a banana peel, you'd fall pretty fast!" Mewtwo commented. He certainly wasn't known well for his annoyance skills.
Bowser raised an eyebrow, and continued.
"Yeesh, Link, what happened?" Bowser asked. "Ooh! Look at me! I think I can be an idiot and run off the stage," he squealed. Bowser snickered.
"Yeah, you can't—WHAT? Oh man…" Mewtwo suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes wide with petrifying fear. Then again, he didn't fall to the ground; he was still hovering, but lying down. Link and Bowser stared at him for a second, and then continued their verbal fight. Even Mewtwo's buddies sometimes didn't trust him.
Suddenly the fight got physical. Link charged at Bowser, his sword in front of him. Bowser smiled, and started spewing fire all over the place. Link grinned and pulled out his shield… and it burned to a crisp. Link swore under his breath and made a mental note to never use his Deku Shield in combat again. He got out his Mirror Shield and held it over his body, the flames reflecting off of it and sending all flames skyward. You might even say they were performing a sacrifice from a distance.
Bowser suddenly stopped the pouring flames because he saw that they weren't affecting Link and his jaw was starting to hurt. Instead, he started to swipe around his claw like a madman. Link knew that he couldn't fight with Bowser slashing straight at him, so he rolled over to the side of Bowser and started slashing him on his weak points.
Some sparks from Bowser's flames had spread across the grass they were combating on. Link's shining sword and shield reflected the hot sunlight on them, which made the sparks rise into little flames, which rose into a huge ring of fire around Bowser and Link. But they hardly noticed. In fact—
"Break it up!"
Link and Bowser stopped and looked through the roaring flames to see a blurred gigantic white glove gliding in the air towards them. It still remains a mystery of how this glove can speak.
"Great. Crazy Hand just had to come in and spoil our fun," Bowser muttered. He didn't dare try to attack this glove called Crazy Hand, though. Donkey Kong tried to attack him a year ago… he was still in the hospital.
"Yeah, I would've kicked your butt if he hadn't come," Link pointed.
"You wish."
"All right! We can't have everyone beating up each other with one week until the tournament!" This was said by, of course, Crazy Hand. "If you continue, then you will be disqualified from the tournament!"
Link and Bowser stared in wide-open shock. The tournament was probably the most favored thing in all of Nintager. At the qualifying tournaments, almost everyone tried to win, but they already knew who would fight: the Ice Climbers, Link, Mario, Peach… to put it short, the 25 melee characters. It was a great feeling to be fighting a rival, with the crowd cheering you on, and Link and Bowser both cherished that feeling.
But still, Bowser couldn't resist a small puff of flame that slowly glided to the not noticing Link. Enough though when the flame met body it created a short sting, Link muttered, "Why you little…" and poked him with his sword lightly in the flesh. It was just powerful enough to create a teensy cut.
Forgetting about the staring Crazy Hand, Bowser gave a stronger, more noticeable flame. Link did something completely crazy; he put up his shield. Even though it was kind of obvious that they were fighting, now anyone with an I. Q. higher than 0 would notice. They even went harsher and harsher, as if Crazy Hand didn't exist. Crazy Hand had to even dodge a huge flame from Bowser, and a swift sword strike from Link.
Crazy Hand coughed (somehow), which grabbed Link and Bowser's attention. After they looked around nervously, noticing the grass that was blacker than midnight and sliced to oblivion, they slowly twisted their heads up to Crazy Hand.
"He started it!" They both said in unison.
"I don't care if Mr. Game & Watch started it even," roared Crazy Hand, obviously in rage. "You are both—"
Suddenly he stopped. He knew that Link and Bowser were popular in the tournament. If he disqualified them, a lot of people would not come to watch the tournament. That would be rather bad on the ratings. But he still wanted to punish them somehow…
"—given another chance."
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." Link would have gone up and kissed Crazy Hand, but that would have been rather awkward, right?
"But on one condition." Crazy Hand stated. He waited for a response from either Link or Bowser. After a moment of silence, he continued. "You will each be given a task. What it is? I have not a clue yet. But you must complete it in order to be eligible to the tournament."
Link and Bowser took this and walked off, still glaring at each other. But they still had the same thing in their minds. "I am going to get you at the tournament."
Link sat behind the bush, watching Bowser hobble over closer on the path… or was he headed for Link? Link chose not to think about that stuff. Instead, he jolted his mind to noticing that the bush was covered in thorns.
"YEOW!"
Link cursed. Trickles of red blood dripped down his bare arm. He automatically knew that Bowser would've heard him know. Link twisted his head and looked over his shoulder. He softly groaned as he saw the familiar sight of Mewtwo hovering behind Bowser.
Some people called Mewtwo a cat. Link could never understand those people. True, Mewtwo had ears like a cat, and long, padded feet like your everyday feline, but the face looked narrow and curved at the bottom; a sinister feel. He had a tail about the same length as his body, and he was all in shades of purple. Mewtwo was psychic, which was how he hovered and found out that "Elfy" was behind the bush. Everyone in Nintager knew that Mewtwo was psychic, and that made everyone not trustful of him.
Link was ready for an assault of teasing words to dance upon him. He got his wish.
"Hey, Elfy," Bowser jeered from behind. "Looks like you've been studying your gravity."
"Shut up, Bowser."
"Yeah, if you slipped on a banana peel, you'd fall pretty fast!" Mewtwo commented. He certainly wasn't known well for his annoyance skills.
Bowser raised an eyebrow, and continued.
"Yeesh, Link, what happened?" Bowser asked. "Ooh! Look at me! I think I can be an idiot and run off the stage," he squealed. Bowser snickered.
"Yeah, you can't—WHAT? Oh man…" Mewtwo suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes wide with petrifying fear. Then again, he didn't fall to the ground; he was still hovering, but lying down. Link and Bowser stared at him for a second, and then continued their verbal fight. Even Mewtwo's buddies sometimes didn't trust him.
Suddenly the fight got physical. Link charged at Bowser, his sword in front of him. Bowser smiled, and started spewing fire all over the place. Link grinned and pulled out his shield… and it burned to a crisp. Link swore under his breath and made a mental note to never use his Deku Shield in combat again. He got out his Mirror Shield and held it over his body, the flames reflecting off of it and sending all flames skyward. You might even say they were performing a sacrifice from a distance.
Bowser suddenly stopped the pouring flames because he saw that they weren't affecting Link and his jaw was starting to hurt. Instead, he started to swipe around his claw like a madman. Link knew that he couldn't fight with Bowser slashing straight at him, so he rolled over to the side of Bowser and started slashing him on his weak points.
Some sparks from Bowser's flames had spread across the grass they were combating on. Link's shining sword and shield reflected the hot sunlight on them, which made the sparks rise into little flames, which rose into a huge ring of fire around Bowser and Link. But they hardly noticed. In fact—
"Break it up!"
Link and Bowser stopped and looked through the roaring flames to see a blurred gigantic white glove gliding in the air towards them. It still remains a mystery of how this glove can speak.
"Great. Crazy Hand just had to come in and spoil our fun," Bowser muttered. He didn't dare try to attack this glove called Crazy Hand, though. Donkey Kong tried to attack him a year ago… he was still in the hospital.
"Yeah, I would've kicked your butt if he hadn't come," Link pointed.
"You wish."
"All right! We can't have everyone beating up each other with one week until the tournament!" This was said by, of course, Crazy Hand. "If you continue, then you will be disqualified from the tournament!"
Link and Bowser stared in wide-open shock. The tournament was probably the most favored thing in all of Nintager. At the qualifying tournaments, almost everyone tried to win, but they already knew who would fight: the Ice Climbers, Link, Mario, Peach… to put it short, the 25 melee characters. It was a great feeling to be fighting a rival, with the crowd cheering you on, and Link and Bowser both cherished that feeling.
But still, Bowser couldn't resist a small puff of flame that slowly glided to the not noticing Link. Enough though when the flame met body it created a short sting, Link muttered, "Why you little…" and poked him with his sword lightly in the flesh. It was just powerful enough to create a teensy cut.
Forgetting about the staring Crazy Hand, Bowser gave a stronger, more noticeable flame. Link did something completely crazy; he put up his shield. Even though it was kind of obvious that they were fighting, now anyone with an I. Q. higher than 0 would notice. They even went harsher and harsher, as if Crazy Hand didn't exist. Crazy Hand had to even dodge a huge flame from Bowser, and a swift sword strike from Link.
Crazy Hand coughed (somehow), which grabbed Link and Bowser's attention. After they looked around nervously, noticing the grass that was blacker than midnight and sliced to oblivion, they slowly twisted their heads up to Crazy Hand.
"He started it!" They both said in unison.
"I don't care if Mr. Game & Watch started it even," roared Crazy Hand, obviously in rage. "You are both—"
Suddenly he stopped. He knew that Link and Bowser were popular in the tournament. If he disqualified them, a lot of people would not come to watch the tournament. That would be rather bad on the ratings. But he still wanted to punish them somehow…
"—given another chance."
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." Link would have gone up and kissed Crazy Hand, but that would have been rather awkward, right?
"But on one condition." Crazy Hand stated. He waited for a response from either Link or Bowser. After a moment of silence, he continued. "You will each be given a task. What it is? I have not a clue yet. But you must complete it in order to be eligible to the tournament."
Link and Bowser took this and walked off, still glaring at each other. But they still had the same thing in their minds. "I am going to get you at the tournament."