George looked over the field of his next challenge. It was a
large grassy field nestled in a series of snow-covered
mountains. There was still no sign of his next opponent.
George wondered who it would be. So far none of his fights had
been that hard, but with him being as near as he was to the top
brackets of this tournament, that would have to change soon.
* * * * * * * * * *
"How do you think he'll do?" "He's done fairly well so far. We'll see how he does in the next fight and if he meets our expectations we might introduce him to the real reason he is here."
* * * * * * * * *
George started looking around and taking in the scenery of
the mountainsides. "You know what, this place is beautiful
and all, but damn, I am BORED!" He glanced around, startled
by the sound of his own voice. "And on top of being bored
out of my skull, I'm starting to talk to myself."
" Oh, now that does sound serious. Doctor Roy's
prescription for insanity is a good butt kicking." George
spins around see none other then, you guessed it, Roy (wow).
George noticed with disgust that Roy's ever-present butt-
buddy Marth was standing a few feet from Roy's right. Still,
it kind of disturbed George that he didn't sense them before
Roy spoke. That was very unusual for him. "What, you
couldn't stand to be away from Marth for the time it would
take for this fight so you brought him along to cheer for
you? How sweet."
"Actually," Marth said. "This is to be a two-on-one fight.
Me and Roy against you."
"Do you two pansies think you can take me on? Then bring
it."
George barely had enough time to grab his katana before
Roy and Marth were on top of him. He just managed to block a
vicious down blow from Roy when he sensed Marth swinging at
his neck. George knew that he couldn't block or dodge it so
he just let it come. Marth's blade bounced off of George's
neck. Roy and Marth stop fighting, dumbfounded by what they
had just witnessed. " Wha.what the hell just happened?"
stuttered Marth.
"Oh, you like my little trick? Let me tell you something,
you two are either going to have to be a lot more sneaky or a
lot stronger to hurt me." With that George launched himself
at the hapless warriors, swinging his katana in a deadly ark
aimed right at Roy's stomach. Roy started and phased out,
appearing above George and landing a vicious elbow drop in
the middle of George's back that set him crashing to the
earth. As George started to pick himself up, Marth clubbed
him in the back of the head with the hilt of his sword. Roy
phased in next to Marth and they both started to make quick
swipes at George. Roy finally signaled Marth and the both
stepped back from George and surveyed the damage. George's
shirt was a bunch of bloody tatters upon his back and there
was enough blood on the ground to fill three people. "You
know what?" Roy said. "For a someone who talked all big, you
sure were a pushover." He then turned to Marth. "Let's
finish him off. He isn't worth anymore of our time, or anyone
else's either." Marth nodded and they both took a step back.
Roy began to power up his sword and Marth quickly followed
suit.
"Listen, Roy, this guy is a pansy. The both of us don't need
to waste our energy on the likes of him." Roy took a step
back and powered down his sword. Just then there was a small
explosion at the base of Marth's sword. Roy and Marth stared
in horror at Marth's sword as it fly towards the
mountains.with Marth's hand still attached! Marth collapsed
to ground holding the wrist where his severed hand used to
be. George picked himself up off the ground and turned to
face Roy and Marth. "You know, you two have actually managed
to impress me. This will be the first time in this entire
tournament I will have to use even a portion of my full
power. You should feel lucky. Very few people alive have
seen me in my Crynos form. Yes, very lucky indeed." With
that George's body began to change and grow larger. The
tattered shirt fell to the ground as his muscles began to
enlarge and hair sprouted from everywhere on his body. His
face became elongated and his teeth grew longer and pointier.
George's hands and feet grew claws and his ears became
doglike. All this happened very quickly and almost
instantaneously the two befuddled fighters were starring at a
9-foot snarling death beast. George launched himself at Roy
at an incredible speed. Roy actually managed to raise his
sword in an attempt to stick in George's belly, but George
just batted it aside with absurd ease. Roy's eyes widened
with shock as George's claws plunged into Roy's torso,
reaching deeper and deeper into his chest. George flung Roy
aside and headed for Marth. Marth still sat kneeling on the
ground, whimpering over his lost hand. George realized that
this fighter would no longer be threat to him; therefore
there was no longer a need to kill him. So George slowly,
almost casually smacked Marth on the side of his head,
knocking him out. George looked over his two former
adversaries. Marth laid on the ground, unconscious and
unmoving. Roy was sprawled out on the some 100 yards away,
and even from this distance, George's heightened senses could
smell the death that was being exuded from his body. George
had done it; he had won.
As George walked away from the battlefield he shifted his
form from Crynos back to Homid, or human. When he reached
the spot where he would get teleported back to the tournament
headquarters, four people teleported in and ran over to where
the fallen warriors lay. They picked them up and began to
carry them over to the telepad. George watched them for a
couple of seconds and stepped onto the pad and left the once
beautiful field behind.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Well, he seemed to do all right in that last fight."
"Indeed."
"So, when will he meet ONI?"
"I don't know. Soon probably."
* * * * * * * * *
(First of all I would like to thank you for reading my
first FanFiction story. Secondly, I would like to take
this opportunity to any and all Roy and Marth fans that I
offended by making them seem a lot less badass then they
actually are. So, nothing personal, k?)
* * * * * * * * * *
"How do you think he'll do?" "He's done fairly well so far. We'll see how he does in the next fight and if he meets our expectations we might introduce him to the real reason he is here."
* * * * * * * * *
George started looking around and taking in the scenery of
the mountainsides. "You know what, this place is beautiful
and all, but damn, I am BORED!" He glanced around, startled
by the sound of his own voice. "And on top of being bored
out of my skull, I'm starting to talk to myself."
" Oh, now that does sound serious. Doctor Roy's
prescription for insanity is a good butt kicking." George
spins around see none other then, you guessed it, Roy (wow).
George noticed with disgust that Roy's ever-present butt-
buddy Marth was standing a few feet from Roy's right. Still,
it kind of disturbed George that he didn't sense them before
Roy spoke. That was very unusual for him. "What, you
couldn't stand to be away from Marth for the time it would
take for this fight so you brought him along to cheer for
you? How sweet."
"Actually," Marth said. "This is to be a two-on-one fight.
Me and Roy against you."
"Do you two pansies think you can take me on? Then bring
it."
George barely had enough time to grab his katana before
Roy and Marth were on top of him. He just managed to block a
vicious down blow from Roy when he sensed Marth swinging at
his neck. George knew that he couldn't block or dodge it so
he just let it come. Marth's blade bounced off of George's
neck. Roy and Marth stop fighting, dumbfounded by what they
had just witnessed. " Wha.what the hell just happened?"
stuttered Marth.
"Oh, you like my little trick? Let me tell you something,
you two are either going to have to be a lot more sneaky or a
lot stronger to hurt me." With that George launched himself
at the hapless warriors, swinging his katana in a deadly ark
aimed right at Roy's stomach. Roy started and phased out,
appearing above George and landing a vicious elbow drop in
the middle of George's back that set him crashing to the
earth. As George started to pick himself up, Marth clubbed
him in the back of the head with the hilt of his sword. Roy
phased in next to Marth and they both started to make quick
swipes at George. Roy finally signaled Marth and the both
stepped back from George and surveyed the damage. George's
shirt was a bunch of bloody tatters upon his back and there
was enough blood on the ground to fill three people. "You
know what?" Roy said. "For a someone who talked all big, you
sure were a pushover." He then turned to Marth. "Let's
finish him off. He isn't worth anymore of our time, or anyone
else's either." Marth nodded and they both took a step back.
Roy began to power up his sword and Marth quickly followed
suit.
"Listen, Roy, this guy is a pansy. The both of us don't need
to waste our energy on the likes of him." Roy took a step
back and powered down his sword. Just then there was a small
explosion at the base of Marth's sword. Roy and Marth stared
in horror at Marth's sword as it fly towards the
mountains.with Marth's hand still attached! Marth collapsed
to ground holding the wrist where his severed hand used to
be. George picked himself up off the ground and turned to
face Roy and Marth. "You know, you two have actually managed
to impress me. This will be the first time in this entire
tournament I will have to use even a portion of my full
power. You should feel lucky. Very few people alive have
seen me in my Crynos form. Yes, very lucky indeed." With
that George's body began to change and grow larger. The
tattered shirt fell to the ground as his muscles began to
enlarge and hair sprouted from everywhere on his body. His
face became elongated and his teeth grew longer and pointier.
George's hands and feet grew claws and his ears became
doglike. All this happened very quickly and almost
instantaneously the two befuddled fighters were starring at a
9-foot snarling death beast. George launched himself at Roy
at an incredible speed. Roy actually managed to raise his
sword in an attempt to stick in George's belly, but George
just batted it aside with absurd ease. Roy's eyes widened
with shock as George's claws plunged into Roy's torso,
reaching deeper and deeper into his chest. George flung Roy
aside and headed for Marth. Marth still sat kneeling on the
ground, whimpering over his lost hand. George realized that
this fighter would no longer be threat to him; therefore
there was no longer a need to kill him. So George slowly,
almost casually smacked Marth on the side of his head,
knocking him out. George looked over his two former
adversaries. Marth laid on the ground, unconscious and
unmoving. Roy was sprawled out on the some 100 yards away,
and even from this distance, George's heightened senses could
smell the death that was being exuded from his body. George
had done it; he had won.
As George walked away from the battlefield he shifted his
form from Crynos back to Homid, or human. When he reached
the spot where he would get teleported back to the tournament
headquarters, four people teleported in and ran over to where
the fallen warriors lay. They picked them up and began to
carry them over to the telepad. George watched them for a
couple of seconds and stepped onto the pad and left the once
beautiful field behind.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Well, he seemed to do all right in that last fight."
"Indeed."
"So, when will he meet ONI?"
"I don't know. Soon probably."
* * * * * * * * *
(First of all I would like to thank you for reading my
first FanFiction story. Secondly, I would like to take
this opportunity to any and all Roy and Marth fans that I
offended by making them seem a lot less badass then they
actually are. So, nothing personal, k?)