I'm letting you know now. My update habits for this story reflect those of The PIE Chronicles when I was still writing it. That means this story won't be too long. I don't think I'll go past Phase 6.

With that being said…Phase 4! Totally aerial chase!

Marth had been flying straight up for a long time. He wanted to fly so high that his pursuers would eventually pass out from lack of oxygen. But if they started falling from the sky into the city, he'd be to blame. He'd already been blamed for enough.

"You bastard! Just give up!" a female yelled.

"Never!"

Marth corrected his flight and began flying west. The wave of hoverboarders followed him. The only reason Marth was such a good pilot was that this wasn't the first time he'd jacked an Arwing. That library book would've been 5 minutes overdue. He had no choice.

The hoverboarders all pulled out rocket launchers. From their pockets.

"That's wrong."

Marth performed some heavy-duty barrel rolls to dodge the rockets and some nifty loops to dodge the explosions. He dropped some bombs here and there to distract the homing rockets. Soon there were so many simultaneous explosions; a huge cloud of smoke lodged itself between the Arwing and its followers.

Marth sighed and turned on the radio. For some reason better left unknown, it was on an opera station. He slashed the radio in half and looked ahead.

A hoverboarder sat on the Arwing's nose. He waved at Marth. Marth hesitantly waved back. The hoverboarder opened the cockpit with a crowbar and proceeded to get into fisticuffs with the swordsman. This caused the Arwing to go totally out of control and nosedive. The two fell out of the cockpit, the hoverboarder still trying to kick Marth's ass. Marth soon kicked him away and noticed the incredible height from which he was falling. 589 feet to be exact. 589.42 feet to be even more exact.

Marth whimpered, wondering if anything would save his life. Luckily, he landed on the head of a female hoverboarder, who lost some control.

"Get off my head!" the female yelled.

Marth balanced on the hoverboard and threw the lady onto another one. Then he began flying away from the flock.

"He jacked one of our hoverboards! Get him!"

Marth sighed and dived back towards the city. The flock, of course, followed him. It was a long dive. 37.834 seconds long. Several times, Marth almost fell. Once, he almost got shot. But once he reached the busy street several hundred feet below him, there would be a high-speed chase.

"Fox is gonna kill me if these guys don't first."

They zoomed past and over cars, buses, and under some trucks. A left turn here, 70-plus hoverboarders flying over a parade. 3 actually crashed into a huge Pichu balloon and bounced of its head.

A right turn here, 70-plus hoverboarders flying up to avoid a dead end. Then a roof chase started. Marth was actually a very good grinder (he didn't actually touch the rail, but it counted to hoverboarders) and grinded from roof edge to roof edge. The pursuers followed his every move. Soon Marth descended into an alleyway. Only 20 of the 70-plus managed to make that steep dive. The rest crashed and/or (probably) died.

Marth zoomed back into a street, almost hitting a bus.

"Sorry! Why won't these guys quit? I need something to get rid of the boards, but what?"

Marth looked around for any types of weapons or physical projectiles. Flying past many garbage cans, he grabbed some various things that could be good throwing items: a garbage can, a stick, a beach ball (came from a little girl, not the garbage), a Frisbee, a keyboard, an old water bottle (1-liter), and a watch. Marth slowly turned around and began throwing.

The water bottle was slapped away.

The Frisbee was caught and thrown away.

The beach ball actually hit a board, causing it to crash into three others and explode.

The watch hit someone in the eye, knocking them to the floor.

The stick bounced off one board and lodged itself in the left booster of another, where it burned into ash.

The keyboard tripped the woman Marth landed on earlier, causing her to fall.

The garbage can bowled over 2 boarders.

Now, only 13 pursuers remained. Marth sighed in relief.

Then screamed in surprise when he noticed he had flown over a dock.

Then groaned when his face was buried into the mast of a ship.

Phase 5 has to do with…you guessed it. Water. However shall this end? Sorry this chapter was shorter than normal.