Disclaimer: Hmm, I own my keyboard, mouse, monitor and house, and yet I own no Smash Brothers.
(shrug)
This chapters another short one, but I'm buil- ah hell, no technical babble about what the hell I'm doing. I mean, you people don't wanna know do you? It would just ruin the story if I were to tell you I was going to- ... I'm babbling again.
(shrug)
Chapter 2
Marth handed the newcomer a chicken leg. The green clad elf-like person took it. They were seated around a fire, and night had fallen on the enchanted forest. Every now and then, a sprite flew into the fire, and zipped back out with a high-pitched yelp.
Marth sat back on the log he was using as a seat and a source of firewood. He broke off a branch and chucked it on the fire, "So you try the high way man thing a lot then?"
"For the last time I wasn't trying to rob you!"
"Could've fooled me. It's not often peaceful people jump out of trees pointing a short bow at me."
The pointy-eared 'peaceful' person looked at Marth across the fire, and took a thoughtful bite from the chicken. "It's my job. Have to protect the land of Hyrule you see."
"Yeah? Your job involve waylaying travellers?"
"Well, you were trotting along quite happily in full battle armour, and frankly that isn't a herring in your scabbard."
"Well it's a lucky thing I was wearing it. It was the only thing protecting my leg from your bloody arrow."
"Now that was an accident-"
"You shot me!"
"Your sword was glowing and you were swinging it around!"
"I was saluting! Pretty crap shot as well..."
"What about the glowing then?"
"It does that when someone's threatening me. I mean in the leg? The armours ruined now..."
"Well it's hard to aim when a horse is trying to trample you to death!"
"He's just a little cranky from walking for two weeks straight."
The elf took another bite of the chicken. "So who are you anyway?"
"Me? I'm currently nobody."
"That's helpful. Got a name, or do I just call you No-ey?"
Marth smiled, for the first time since he left Altea, the horse noted, "My name is Marth Lowell. Who the hell are you?"
"Link, um, just Link."
They sat in silence for a while, Link wolfing down the chicken he had got off Marth, Marth himself just staring blankly into the fire. The horse stood a little way off, happily munching on the enchanted forest grass. He was very pleased with himself; it had been like old times. There was an armed guy in front of him, and he had ridden him down, like a true charger. But that was off set by the fact the arrow had ripped a hole in his finely made surcoat. He really liked that surcoat. It had a nice blue pattern on the outside, and had a lining of silk, although he kept that to himself. He didn't want the other stallions to know about that.
But that little blonde haired git had ripped a hole right through the front of it. And to make matters worse, he had nearly nicked his front leg.
Oh and his rider had got hit, but what was one rider compared to a designer surcoat.
"So Marth, from your accent I can tell you're from Altea. What's been happening there? We got a surge of people running to the hills, then nothing."
"It's ... difficult to explain."
"Well I got nothing but time."
"Okay, let me rephrase that," there was a rustle of movement, "I'm not going to explain."
"... oh ..."
"Glad we understand each other."
"Sure, sure... could you get off my neck?"
Marth withdrew falchion from Link's neck, running the flat of the blade along his skin, just to give him a memory of cold steel. He returned Falchion to his scabbard, and went back to his log. He noticed smoke rising from his cape.
Link watched him with barely controlled laughter as he tore it off and stamped out the flames, "Maybe next time you try that, don't jump over the fire?" Marth shot him a look filled with razor sharp edges. Link merely grinned.
Authors notes: Sorry, kinda lame and cheesy, but hey, I was bored. Gets better, with lots of red hot sword action.
Really.
I promise....
Stop looking at me like that!
(shrug)
This chapters another short one, but I'm buil- ah hell, no technical babble about what the hell I'm doing. I mean, you people don't wanna know do you? It would just ruin the story if I were to tell you I was going to- ... I'm babbling again.
(shrug)
Chapter 2
Marth handed the newcomer a chicken leg. The green clad elf-like person took it. They were seated around a fire, and night had fallen on the enchanted forest. Every now and then, a sprite flew into the fire, and zipped back out with a high-pitched yelp.
Marth sat back on the log he was using as a seat and a source of firewood. He broke off a branch and chucked it on the fire, "So you try the high way man thing a lot then?"
"For the last time I wasn't trying to rob you!"
"Could've fooled me. It's not often peaceful people jump out of trees pointing a short bow at me."
The pointy-eared 'peaceful' person looked at Marth across the fire, and took a thoughtful bite from the chicken. "It's my job. Have to protect the land of Hyrule you see."
"Yeah? Your job involve waylaying travellers?"
"Well, you were trotting along quite happily in full battle armour, and frankly that isn't a herring in your scabbard."
"Well it's a lucky thing I was wearing it. It was the only thing protecting my leg from your bloody arrow."
"Now that was an accident-"
"You shot me!"
"Your sword was glowing and you were swinging it around!"
"I was saluting! Pretty crap shot as well..."
"What about the glowing then?"
"It does that when someone's threatening me. I mean in the leg? The armours ruined now..."
"Well it's hard to aim when a horse is trying to trample you to death!"
"He's just a little cranky from walking for two weeks straight."
The elf took another bite of the chicken. "So who are you anyway?"
"Me? I'm currently nobody."
"That's helpful. Got a name, or do I just call you No-ey?"
Marth smiled, for the first time since he left Altea, the horse noted, "My name is Marth Lowell. Who the hell are you?"
"Link, um, just Link."
They sat in silence for a while, Link wolfing down the chicken he had got off Marth, Marth himself just staring blankly into the fire. The horse stood a little way off, happily munching on the enchanted forest grass. He was very pleased with himself; it had been like old times. There was an armed guy in front of him, and he had ridden him down, like a true charger. But that was off set by the fact the arrow had ripped a hole in his finely made surcoat. He really liked that surcoat. It had a nice blue pattern on the outside, and had a lining of silk, although he kept that to himself. He didn't want the other stallions to know about that.
But that little blonde haired git had ripped a hole right through the front of it. And to make matters worse, he had nearly nicked his front leg.
Oh and his rider had got hit, but what was one rider compared to a designer surcoat.
"So Marth, from your accent I can tell you're from Altea. What's been happening there? We got a surge of people running to the hills, then nothing."
"It's ... difficult to explain."
"Well I got nothing but time."
"Okay, let me rephrase that," there was a rustle of movement, "I'm not going to explain."
"... oh ..."
"Glad we understand each other."
"Sure, sure... could you get off my neck?"
Marth withdrew falchion from Link's neck, running the flat of the blade along his skin, just to give him a memory of cold steel. He returned Falchion to his scabbard, and went back to his log. He noticed smoke rising from his cape.
Link watched him with barely controlled laughter as he tore it off and stamped out the flames, "Maybe next time you try that, don't jump over the fire?" Marth shot him a look filled with razor sharp edges. Link merely grinned.
Authors notes: Sorry, kinda lame and cheesy, but hey, I was bored. Gets better, with lots of red hot sword action.
Really.
I promise....
Stop looking at me like that!