Chapter 4: The four swords.
So far: the metal ice climbers have set upon our four heroes. Said heroes have been unable to strike the said ice climbers as they r too busy defending a flurry of blows. Pathetically tiny (he's unconscious) link has been smashed to the edge of the stage and is about to b mashed into a pulp.
What do I own about this fic? Nought. Nothing. Zit. Squat. Etc, etc.
Slightly older than young link was starting to regain consciousness.
Slightly older than young link: ohh but mom, I wanna wear the pink one.
Everyone stared at young link 4 about 5 seconds, before resuming their fighting. Link watched on in horror as Popo's hammer started to fall, as if in slow motion, towards Slightly older than young link's head, Marth was blocking Nanas hammer blows from hitting Link AND himself, which is quite a feat. Suddenly a shout of fury tore the air, and a blur of red and blue crossed links vision.
Somebody: GRRRRR behold my shout of fury!!!!!
Roy had leapt ten feet from his standing position, and had landed with his feet either side of Slightly older than young links body, his sword now held strongly below Popo's hammer, preventing the blow from hitting.
Link: Yay!!!! Woot!!! Go Roy, its ya birthday!!! What?
Everyone was staring at Link. Slightly older than young link had got up, and moved out of the way. Roy's sword held against Popo's hammer in a power struggle, Marth had just dodged out of the way of Nana's hammer in true Matrix style.
Spurred on by sudden determination, Link kicked out at Nana, causing her to lose her grip on her hammer, sending it flying, and slamming into young links head.
Roy, Marth and Link: aaaaaaahhh NUTS.
Popo suddenly lowered his hammer and it morphed into a sword. (Random eh?) Popo and Roy circled around each other.
Roy: You don't stand a chance with that piece of tin.
Popo: Really? Oh, I SEE u was trying to put me of so id let my guard down right?
Roy: it worked.
Popo: No it AAAAAAAHHH
Roy had swung for Popo, but Popo raised his defences just in time, blocking the blow. SO the two started a duel. But not just any duel, oooooh no. This was a duel o' epic, movie proportions, their movements more like a graceful ballet of . . .
Marth: hee hee hee hahahahahaha
WHAAATT???
Marth: Roy's doing ballet!!! Hahahahaha
It's a figure of speech numb nuts.
As I was saying, they were gracefully dancing rather than battling.
Link: so . . . what were we doing?
Err . . . right. Since Nana didn't have her hammer, you two were swiping at her with blinding speed, but she was athletically dodging every swing, flipping and twisting. Happy?
Link, Marth: No.
Tough. Nana suddenly pulled a sword from thin air, and started duelling with Link and Marth, in a similar fashion to the way Popo was duelling.
Back to Roy. Roy was having a very hard time dodging or blocking Popo's blows. Popo was laughing, playing with Roy. Roy however was sweating, and his pupils were dilated with the concentration (oooooh shiny big word).
Meanwhile, Link and Marth had gained the upper hand against Nana. The force of the incoming blows was pushing her back, and then in one swift movement, Link swept his sword beneath Nana, taking both her legs off, and Marth's sword met her neck as she fell, beheading her.
Link: WOOT!! Let us glance at each other, smiling triumphantly!!!
The two glanced at each other smili . . . LINK!!! Stop saying things before I say them myself, or everyone will think I copied you!!!!!
Ahem. After the two had finished exchanging triumphant glances, they both looked over at Roy. They glanced back at each other, but their faces were twisted in shock-horror and disbelief.
Marth: R . . . Roy
Link: No . . .
Roy's sword slid from his hand with a clatter to the floor, his face twisted up in pain. Popo had driven his sword up to the hilt into Roy's chest. The sword protruding from his back. Popo's face was gleeful as he twisted the blade before pulling it slowly out. Roy staggered forwards, fell to his knees, and then lay face down on the hard, cold floor.
Popo: That is what u get if u mess with the ice CLIMBERS!!!
He looked at his sisters' dead body, and his face contorted with rage
Popo: U . . . killed her . . .
Link: oooooh poop.
Marth: you said it.
Popo started to walk heavily towards the other two, who were backing away.
Somebody else: Hey, Bozo . . .
Popo turned on his heel to find slightly older than young link standing there, hammer in hand.
Slightly older than young link: . . . Lights out.
Popo: poopy.
Slightly older than young link swung Nana's hammer towards Popo's face, hitting him squarely between the eyes. Popo fell to the floor, having been killed instantly.
Slightly older than young link: Well, I certainly re-arranged his facial features didn't i. Hey, big me.
Link: Yes, little me?
Slightly older than young link: u did good.
Link: Im proud of u.
Marth: Lets go hunt some hand.
All three looked over at the limp body of Roy, lying in a puddle of its on blood. All three cried for a minute, before starting their search for master hand.
Next chappy: The hunt . . . . . . . . . Is on. And maybe, if I get enough reviews, I might tell u what's happening to the other smashers in their attempt to save the cities. I'm SOOOOO sorry I haven't updated in AGES. R&R please. This is OBI-WAN signing off.
So far: the metal ice climbers have set upon our four heroes. Said heroes have been unable to strike the said ice climbers as they r too busy defending a flurry of blows. Pathetically tiny (he's unconscious) link has been smashed to the edge of the stage and is about to b mashed into a pulp.
What do I own about this fic? Nought. Nothing. Zit. Squat. Etc, etc.
Slightly older than young link was starting to regain consciousness.
Slightly older than young link: ohh but mom, I wanna wear the pink one.
Everyone stared at young link 4 about 5 seconds, before resuming their fighting. Link watched on in horror as Popo's hammer started to fall, as if in slow motion, towards Slightly older than young link's head, Marth was blocking Nanas hammer blows from hitting Link AND himself, which is quite a feat. Suddenly a shout of fury tore the air, and a blur of red and blue crossed links vision.
Somebody: GRRRRR behold my shout of fury!!!!!
Roy had leapt ten feet from his standing position, and had landed with his feet either side of Slightly older than young links body, his sword now held strongly below Popo's hammer, preventing the blow from hitting.
Link: Yay!!!! Woot!!! Go Roy, its ya birthday!!! What?
Everyone was staring at Link. Slightly older than young link had got up, and moved out of the way. Roy's sword held against Popo's hammer in a power struggle, Marth had just dodged out of the way of Nana's hammer in true Matrix style.
Spurred on by sudden determination, Link kicked out at Nana, causing her to lose her grip on her hammer, sending it flying, and slamming into young links head.
Roy, Marth and Link: aaaaaaahhh NUTS.
Popo suddenly lowered his hammer and it morphed into a sword. (Random eh?) Popo and Roy circled around each other.
Roy: You don't stand a chance with that piece of tin.
Popo: Really? Oh, I SEE u was trying to put me of so id let my guard down right?
Roy: it worked.
Popo: No it AAAAAAAHHH
Roy had swung for Popo, but Popo raised his defences just in time, blocking the blow. SO the two started a duel. But not just any duel, oooooh no. This was a duel o' epic, movie proportions, their movements more like a graceful ballet of . . .
Marth: hee hee hee hahahahahaha
WHAAATT???
Marth: Roy's doing ballet!!! Hahahahaha
It's a figure of speech numb nuts.
As I was saying, they were gracefully dancing rather than battling.
Link: so . . . what were we doing?
Err . . . right. Since Nana didn't have her hammer, you two were swiping at her with blinding speed, but she was athletically dodging every swing, flipping and twisting. Happy?
Link, Marth: No.
Tough. Nana suddenly pulled a sword from thin air, and started duelling with Link and Marth, in a similar fashion to the way Popo was duelling.
Back to Roy. Roy was having a very hard time dodging or blocking Popo's blows. Popo was laughing, playing with Roy. Roy however was sweating, and his pupils were dilated with the concentration (oooooh shiny big word).
Meanwhile, Link and Marth had gained the upper hand against Nana. The force of the incoming blows was pushing her back, and then in one swift movement, Link swept his sword beneath Nana, taking both her legs off, and Marth's sword met her neck as she fell, beheading her.
Link: WOOT!! Let us glance at each other, smiling triumphantly!!!
The two glanced at each other smili . . . LINK!!! Stop saying things before I say them myself, or everyone will think I copied you!!!!!
Ahem. After the two had finished exchanging triumphant glances, they both looked over at Roy. They glanced back at each other, but their faces were twisted in shock-horror and disbelief.
Marth: R . . . Roy
Link: No . . .
Roy's sword slid from his hand with a clatter to the floor, his face twisted up in pain. Popo had driven his sword up to the hilt into Roy's chest. The sword protruding from his back. Popo's face was gleeful as he twisted the blade before pulling it slowly out. Roy staggered forwards, fell to his knees, and then lay face down on the hard, cold floor.
Popo: That is what u get if u mess with the ice CLIMBERS!!!
He looked at his sisters' dead body, and his face contorted with rage
Popo: U . . . killed her . . .
Link: oooooh poop.
Marth: you said it.
Popo started to walk heavily towards the other two, who were backing away.
Somebody else: Hey, Bozo . . .
Popo turned on his heel to find slightly older than young link standing there, hammer in hand.
Slightly older than young link: . . . Lights out.
Popo: poopy.
Slightly older than young link swung Nana's hammer towards Popo's face, hitting him squarely between the eyes. Popo fell to the floor, having been killed instantly.
Slightly older than young link: Well, I certainly re-arranged his facial features didn't i. Hey, big me.
Link: Yes, little me?
Slightly older than young link: u did good.
Link: Im proud of u.
Marth: Lets go hunt some hand.
All three looked over at the limp body of Roy, lying in a puddle of its on blood. All three cried for a minute, before starting their search for master hand.
Next chappy: The hunt . . . . . . . . . Is on. And maybe, if I get enough reviews, I might tell u what's happening to the other smashers in their attempt to save the cities. I'm SOOOOO sorry I haven't updated in AGES. R&R please. This is OBI-WAN signing off.