I have very little to say about the beginning of this chapter. o.o .. Er. n.n No, I should thank you guys for your reviews!! Please, keep reading! For now, it's a chapter a day, though I'm kinda stuck on a few of the later chapters… That's alright, I'll straighten it out.
Geh. If there's one thing I hate, it's describing Melee battles. e.e I'll make it as painless as I can.
As the sparkles and stars faded around him, the fire-swordsman dropped from his platform and onto the fighting arena. The Fountain of Dreams was the ideal place for a risky, small-area battle, provided one wouldn't have a seizure from all those fluorescent colors. The tiny setting made Roy a bit uneasy, though. Two massive heavyweights against him and Marth? It was practically suicide! The pair had gotten out of a few tight spots in their time, though, and Roy remained confident as he taunted his opponents.
Marth and Roy got to work immediately, slicing away at their heavy opponents with merciless savagery. Inside the House, all were friends, but out on the battlefield, it was "kill or be killed." Out here, the Smashers would become possessed by mortal demons, the ones who verily gave them life, and would basically kick the shit out of each other. But normally, in team battles, those on the same team supported and helped each other, backing each other up when things looked nasty. Thus, Roy went fearlessly to battle, sure that Marth – of all people – wouldn't abandon him when he needed it.
At 178% damage, miraculously, the red-haired youth was still fearlessly going at it. With Bowser literally teetering on the edge between victory and oblivion, Roy was putting all his energies into keeping the overgrown reptile offstage. That's why he didn't flinch when he felt the rumble of Ganondorf's footsteps behind him. He knew that Marth was still on the field and that his Altean ally would surely defend him. Assuming his most threatening position and closing his eyes, Roy began to charge up his deadliest attack.
It wasn't until he heard the Gerudo's grunt close by that he opened one eye to glance behind him. Ganondorf towered over Roy, intently grinning down upon the swordsman as his right fist began to burn with purple flame. As Roy struggled to keep his concentration, he looked right through Ganondorf to see Marth on his other side, nonchalantly brushing back his bangs. The prince was standing there, making no move to defend his friend. When the Altean lowered his hand, though, he looked directly at Roy, and the smile on his lips was somewhat sickening. The pale glint in his eyes made Roy's stomach turn in knots, and the shocking nausea made the swordsman abruptly released his pent-up attack. Lucky for him, his timing was right, and Bowser was sent crashing into oblivion. However, Roy couldn't recover from the attack in time, and a heavy purple fist crashed into his back, sending him to his own fate.
When he fell back into reality, Roy landed in a heap on the floor. He stayed in that crumpled position for a few minutes, angrily growling, "What the hell…?" Swordsman brushed away the concerned Dr. Mario and struggled to his feet, hobbling over to the control panel. On the Dream Fountains field monitor, Roy watched Marth fight the Gerudo as he normally did, his graceful Sword Dance administering 16% o 20% damage with each hit. The white-coated doctor quietly crept up beside Roy, looking him over for any major wounds. "You're lucky it wasn't Stamina Mode, or you'd be in pieces all over that fountain," doctor morosely commented. "Say, what happened out there, anyway?" His words drew Roy's eyes downward. "Marth was just standing there watching while you got creamed. Didn't you notice?"
The swordsman said nothing, lifting his eyes to the screen in time to watch Marth deliver a final, punishing blow to his opponent; Ganondorf was annihilated in a flurry of stardust. The pre-recorded victory poses were played, and Marth and Ganondorf rejoined the House as friends again. "Good game!" the Gerudo pleasantly grunted, vigorously shaking Marth's hand. Roy was given a similar congratulating, though the warrior didn't notice it. Instead, he brushed past Ganondorf to pull Marth aside.
"What was going on out there?!" Roy hissed, his hostility taking the Altean by surprise. "You could have got- No, you did get me killed!" Marth looked stunned for a moment. "What, Roy?" he scoffed, "It isn't my fault you got smeared. I couldn't do anything about it, I was stuck." Roy skeptically narrowed his eyes, but the haughty prince went on to say, "Oh, don't whine about it. You're slow, I can't help that. You know I can't hold your hand out there forever."
Looking as though he'd just been slapped across the face, the insulted swordsman watched silently as Marth clunked out of the room. Roy just stood in stunned silence. Tough he could be a bit moody at times, Marth was normally so kindhearted, reserved, and more than willing to help. The comments were especially caustic, coming from him. That wasn't what bothered Roy right now, though. It was funny, but he could have sworn he'd heard that phrase, that tone of voice from someone else before…
Dr. Mario sat back in his chair, watching the three other battles that were going on. He thought that Marth and Roy were just having a short disagreement. This just proved that the other warriors of the Melee House were unaware as to just what was happening behind Marth's eyes.
Eh. e.e It turned out okay, I guess. I think it could stand to be a little more dramatic, but .. Review! o.o Please! x.x; Or else I'll get disheartened!