Phase two of the huge chase thingie starts right now!

Marth looked at his side mirror in horror. About 90-plus people were trailing him in motorcycles, all holding various weapons. And they were getting closer. Would he have to do battle while riding at the same time? He hadn't finished training for this type of thing. Oh well. He would have to improvise.

And fast.

"I got him!" a man yelled, throwing a pitchfork at Marth's back tire. He quickly steered left, avoiding it.

"Never mind," the man said.

"Barrage!" a woman yelled.

"Barrage?" Marth said. "They wouldn't…oh, that's not fair!"

Every pursuer began to launch their items at Marth. Marth whimpered a little, and then began evasive action.

He veered right and left, back and forth, for a good 7 seconds. Then the road began to turn. They were entering a freeway.

"Oh, crap…if this thing gets messed up, I'll be really angry!"

Everyone was on the right side of the eight-lane freeway. The launching of the items resumed. Marth drove in between two cars and ducked. Most of the objects hit the two cars. A knife punctured a tire of one car and caused it to swerve off the road. Marth stood on the motorcycle, jumped on top of the other car, picked up his motorcycle, and deflected all of the items thrown at him with Falchion. He even sliced through some items. Soon, someone threw a Bob-omb at the car. Marth drove off the car before it was blown to bits, and drove over the divider to the other side of the freeway. He dodged a truck by turning his motorcycle on its side and sliding under the trailer, and headed in the right direction. Most of the pursuers couldn't follow him, but some that were in the back of the pack drove over the divider and headed straight for Marth. He was able to slash the front tire off 1 of the 10 motorcycles. The other 9 missed and still trailed him.

They all had swords.

"This doesn't make any sense…"

One guy leaped off his bike and attempted to slice Marth in half. Marth turned his bike around and blocked the sword. 2 more dudes came on both sides of him. The dude Marth had blocked jumped on the back of another guy's bike. Both bikes closed in on him. Marth sped up. The dudes did the same, and still closed in. As soon as all three guys were about to take Marth's head off, he slowed down and quickly slashed the back tires of both bikes, causing them to wipe out.

There were still 6 left.

One of the 6 managed to catch up to Marth, and they got locked in close, mobile combat. They both dodged traffic along the way. Marth finally kicked the back of the motorcycle, knocking him off balance. One of the other dudes crashed into him by accident. They both ended up wiping out. Or dying. Pick one.

4 left.

One dude threw his blade at Marth. Utilizing that swordsman instinct, he caught the sword by the hilt and threw it behind him. He accidentally stabbed a guy in the head that was in a convertible. Luckily, the convertible mowed down the remaining motorcycle dudes. Unluckily, they all ended up inside the car, they had regained control of it, they had discarded the dead driver, and they were headed toward Marth at high speed.

"…Damn."

Marth sped up, but the convertible was just as fast as, if not faster than, the bike. But Marth had an idea. He hadn't practiced this, but he had no choice. He drove his motorcycle on top of the freeway divider, and began driving on top of it, with impeccable balance. The convertible was a few feet back, right next to the divider. Soon Marth approached a lamppost. He prepared himself. He revved up and gripped the bike tightly with his legs. When he approached the lamppost, he grabbed it with both arms, spun around it, and, using his legs, propelled the bike toward the convertible. It landed inside. The remaining dudes were crushed under the bike, and the car crashed into several other cars and exploded. Marth landed on top of the divider, slightly dizzy. He sat down on the divider and observed the burning wreckage he had created. He screamed out in frustration.

"They made me do that…to my bike…"

He sighed and wondered how he would get back to the mansion. Then that plane came back and dropped another, bigger bomb several hundred feet away from him. A slow wave of fire was coming towards him.

"Oh, come on!"

He looked around desperately, looking for a way to escape. He soon found it. A grate near the divider, which probably led to the sewers.

"I'd rather be stinky and alive than…the other thing."

He sliced open the grate and slid inside right before a truck would've hit him. As he fell, he wondered:

"Is the chase over?"

He landed in ankle-deep sewage water. He looked straight ahead. 80-plus people, 70 feet in front of him, looked back at him.

"That guy avoided the bomb too! Get him!"

Marth whimpered.

Phase 3 coming soon. Well, soon compared to this phase.