HOLY MOTHER OF-
HEY GUYS! GOD I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE OKAY BUT HEY CHEER UP AT LEAST I DID RIGHT RIGHT?
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Marth swung his sword here and there, reliving his skills and adding twists into them every once in a while. "Ha!" He did a stabbing motion, his Falchion pointing forward, when he heard someone creep behind him. He turned and slashed his sword near the person's neck, threatening to end his life in a single slice – only to find out it was Link, frightened and pale.
"H-H-H-Hey there, Marth."
He lowered his weapon and sighed apologetically. "Pardon me. What is it that you want?"
Link waved his hands in front of him. "U-Um, nothing I just wanted to watch you practice. Go ahead, I didn't mean to disturb you."
Marth nodded his head reluctantly. "Okay then." He was about to do his Dancing Blade when he paused for a moment.
"Wait a minute." Link jerked up from his Indian sitting position and gulped.
"Shouldn't you be in class right now?" he asked as he slowly turned to look at the nervous elf. Link shook his head a bit too vigorously.
"Oh, uh, of course, I shall leave now. Bye. See you. Farewell." He ran away before Marth could say anything while he held his weird-looking green hat in place so as to prevent it from falling off his head, leaving the blunette in a puzzled state.
Ike watched as Link rushed over to him, his eyes widened in obvious fear. "What the? Why do you look like you've just seen a wild bear?"
Link stopped to catch his breath after all that running across the huge gym. "Well, -pant- a certain person you consider your enemy -pant- nearly killed me with his freakishly bright sword. Ohh, I wonder," he said sarcastically.
Ike rolled his eyes in impatience. "Well, I happen to know that that enemy of mine is just someone named Marth Lowell, who is coincidentally, my classmate. Wait… why the hell are you here again?"
Link growled and slapped Ike's arm rather roughly. "You crazy… you saw me going to the restroom outside and called me here to do a stupid errand for you."
Ike rubbed his chin in thought and nodded as if arriving to a conclusion. "Right, yes, I forgot. My oh my, I should get me some of that memory drink you recommended back then."
"What? When did I recommend such a thing to— OUCH!" Link scratched the back of his head in pain after receiving a smack from Ike's burly hand.
"Shut up, will you? Anyway, what did he say? Did you get any information? Remembered any of his special new skills? Kept track of his movements?"
His friend shook his head. "I told you, he threatened me with that shiny sword of his and I had to run for my life. What could I do?"
Ike face palmed in disappointment. "What a freaking retard… you're of no use. You can go back to class now."
Link wrinkled his eyebrows in dismay. "I swear you're a dipshit, Ike. You suck." He returned to the school building, unaware of the consequences that lay ahead from his late arrival from the 'restroom'. Several minutes later, Captain Falcon called everyone to assemble at the center of the gym.
"Come, children! Please assemble together at my sight! Hurry hurry, do not waste precious golden luxurious time!" Every student obeyed and proceeded, carrying along with them their weapons – and magic, of course. Once everyone had assembled, they listened intently to their teacher's next instructions.
"Listen carefully, children. So, all of you will pick a partner and—wait a moment, young'uns, let me finish. Okay, after that, form two lines while facing your chosen partner and do as I say. Quickly!" Noise reverberated across the gym while the students gripped the arms of their friends, eager to get into action. Marth just stood there, uncomfortable at the thought of having a partner (since he was more used to working alone and being independent and all), so he tried to walk away from the hustle and bustle when a delicate hand grasped his wrist.
"C-Can I… be your partner, Marth?"
Damn, he knew that angelic voice anywhere. He turned around to see himself looking into the blue eyes of an innocent angel. "Ah, Pit, I… didn't hear you."
Marth paused for a moment. "That's strange… and I usually notice those who come near me." He stared at Pit for an awfully long time, making him feel quite fidgety.
"You… how did you…? No, it couldn't have been your wings, but… oh, never mind. What do you ask of me?"
Pit let go and played with his fingers hesitantly. "I was hoping if you could… be my partner…?"
Marth smiled willingly. "Oh, sure thing." They regrouped with the others and stayed where they were.
"Alright, children. Now, all of you will battle against each other, although it's going to be a light one for that matter. Then…"
"When did he ever use such witty phrases?" whispered Ike questioningly to Meta Knight who was nodding his head, agreeing with his question.
"…be careful not to induce bloodshed. Understand?" Every single person in the gym echoed a "Yes, Captain" in unison and faced their supposed opponents. Captain Falcon rested his hands on his hips and wore a serious expression on his face.
"Positions."
Ike went into his fighting stance, ready to kick some ass… well, if the odd thing in front of him actually had one.
"Draw."
Marth slowly drew his blade, glinting under the flickering gym lights.
A breath,
a glance,
a heartbeat.
"FIGHT!"
Everyone yelled and charged at one another in aggression. Ike ran towards Meta Knight with his heavy sword, about to get a hold of him when the creature shot right up into the air, gliding and avoiding Ike's grab. He quickly swooshed behind the swordsman and did a torpedo motion towards him but Ike knew better. He moved to the side and dug his sword in the ground to emit a wave of dancing flames though Meta Knight disappeared with the long of his cape. Ike halted and took the time to breathe evenly before dodging Meta Knight's sudden attack. He smirked and placed Ragnell behind his head, motioning his finger at his partner. "Bring it on, Meta-boy."
On the other hand, unlike the intense battle happening between Ike and Meta Knight, Marth and Pit didn't move an inch, still looking into each other's eyes, trying to know the strategy of the other. Pit's eyes narrowed and detached his weapon into two. He ran towards Marth and was about to ram into him when the blunette set upwards and landed on the other side. He did a diagonal slice but Pit had vanished in front of him. He looked around vigilantly to see the angel flapping his wings and aiming a luminous blue arrow at him. He released it and sent it flying at him only to have it blocked by his radiant sword. Marth jumped and tumbled while in air as he struck at Pit, injuring the immortal's dainty leg with a slight scratch. Pit precariously flew in different directions, struggling to gain balance while afloat. He strived to shoot another arrow but the prince simply ducked in time without effort. Marth dashed across the gym floor with his frighteningly fast pace with his sword at front but Pit took out his shield, metal and metal colliding with one another. This gave Pit time to strike back; he circled the prince and while doing so, created a gushing wound on Marth's thin arm. His opponent wrinkled his eyebrows and didn't have the thought of mercy – he directed his sword and was preparing to stab Pit when Captain Falcon shouted.
"TIME'S UP!"
Everyone sheathed their blades and shook hands with their partners. Ike caught a glimpse of Marth whose arm was bleeding and felt a need to wrap it around with his green headband – hold on, WHAT. He hit his head multiple times to regain his "consciousness" which led to Meta Knight stopping him from doing any further damage.
Wrap it? Why the hell would he even care about Marth's wound? The two were both still in safe condition, clearly having no attempts in harming each other. But it was different with Pit and Marth – they took the whole soft training seriously, with which they weren't even supposed to. Captain Falcon glanced at the only wounded people – yup, the prince and the angel – and arched his eyebrows in amusement.
"You did not heed my words, children? That this was only a soft battle? Hm?" Marth stepped up and bowed respectfully by means of apologizing.
"It was my fault, Captain. I was the first one to inflict pain." The teacher only crossed his arms over his chest
"Next time… just follow my only commands. Okay, folks?"
"Now we've turned into folks? What the hell?" Ike muttered under his breath.
"Hum hum, classes are over! I now declare dismissal time! Goodbye, children! Take care! I'm sure you all know the way back to your classrooms, no?"
damn these two don't know how to follow instructions