Super Smash Bros. For Wii U and 3DS: The Glory of Custom Moves
Durability
"...Interesting. This 'Trojan Horse' seems effective on paper, but it certainly seems a tad obvious."
Flipping through the pages of a musty tome within the shade of a tent, a white-haired man gleaned strategies and ideas from the book, the opening in the tent serving as his reading light. Garbed in a black and violet robe, he scanned each page dutifully, thoroughly looking over the instructions and processes needed in order to successfully pull each of the endeavors detailed in the book. Eventually after his skimming, he shut the tome, pushing it onto a flat desk in front of him with a sigh.
"Though I doubt they'll allow me to enter in a large wooden horse on the battlefield." Robin frowned, putting a hand on his chin.
He pushed forward further so that the strategy tome would not take up much desk space. Unfortunately for him, the mountain of other textbooks in front of him would prove difficult to maximize cleanliness.
"Robin?"
Robin perked up, glancing towards the entrance of the tent. Standing in the sunlight outside was a woman garbed in a cape, with dark blue hair running down her head. Strangely, an opulent mask was attached to her face, covering her eyes.
"...Time for the next match?" Robin asked, to which the woman confirmed as she nodded.
She nodded, removing her mask from her face, placing it in her equally clean and cut blue garb that she wore, somewhat flashy yet conservative for battle purposes, obvious from the sheathed sword at her side. The woman in question revealed, yet again, a blue motif to her appearance, with the azure eyes blinking over at Robin.
She nodded. "I'm afraid so."
Robin stood up and stretched, sighing. "Alright, give me a moment."
With another respectful nod, she filed out of the tent back into the sunlight outside. The tactical mind waltzed about his tent, using his fingers to search through the amount of supplies. Running his hand over a silver sheen, he retrieved a sword, jagged like a bolt of lightning. For safe measures, he took a few other weapons of his choice; a variety of foreboding tomes with insignias of various descriptions laid in a pile on the ground. Stuffing them one by one into his robe, he turned to the entrance of the tent and walked out into the sunlight.
"So, I've been meaning to ask Lucina," Robin started, the azure swordswoman from before accompanying him as they traversed a modern landscape, "How did that escapade with those characters from another world go?"
"The one with the gold chains?" Lucina spoke up, to which Robin affirmed with a nod. "Ah, it went swimmingly uncle. Father and I had crossed paths with many warriors."
Robin arched an eyebrow in interest. "Like who?"
Across from them, they could notice some sort of martial artist garbed in a white gi robe covering him, a black belt wrapped around his waist and a red bandana wrapped around his black hair. He glanced back, raising a fist to Lucina almost in a cheery fashion, though his rugged face could have given the wrong impression. Lucina suddenly unsheathed her sword and raised it, the blade, a hollow sphere indentation just above the hilt glinting as the sun passed through. The warrior smiled, and continued to walk away. Lucina then deposited the sword back in its resting place and glanced at her uncle.
"Ryu, for one." She smiled.
Robin nodded, the two of them continuing on. As they walked, Robin could have sworn he saw a certain pink creature riding a giant machine. All of them were advancing on a rather tall building with a symbol on the front; a circle with a cross shape emblazoned on the front beckoned to the fighters.
Approaching the building, Robin looked at Lucina one last time. "I'll see you sometime later."
The swordswoman smiled. "Alright. Goodbye Robin."
The front glass doors were hardly transparent, serving as more as a decorative aesthetic than anything else. As Robin approached the door and opened, he was greeted with a flash of light.
Par the course with the rest of the cast of Smashers, the man garbed in a violet coat reappeared in a waiting room, with one set of doors in front of him, chairs bordering the door. Fighters boredly fidgeted with their weapons as they awaited the next fight as patiently as they possibly could. Robin cleared his throat and took up a seat across the door, and for lack of better reading material, began inspecting his tomes. One that could conjure lighting, as dictated by the front, fizzled with energy as his hand drifted over the pages. Then immediately halted. For a moment, Robin blinked, waving his hands around the book.
"...Oh no." Robin frowned, inspecting the pages.
Almost as if it were a fruit left out in the sun, the pages wilted and deteriorated into nothing but dust, falling out of the book and disappearing in the canvas of the room. The tactician frowned as he saw the book reduced to nothing but the covers. Shutting the practically empty book and stowing it away with a scowl, he turned towards some of the other seats to see what everyone else was packing just in case he would fight them later on.
"Poyo!" Kirby greeted him from the sidelines.
Robin's mouth gaped open. Now that he got a better look at Kirby, the mech he was riding was absolutely terrifying in its aura it exuded. Its appearance was hardly that menacing to be fair, but its ginormous fists were nothing to scoff at. They were just as, if not larger, than Robin's own white head. He gulped, taking a sweep with his eyes across the room.
A few other fighters he had taken strides to memorize also seemed to have upgrades. Olimar seemed to have a rock sitting by a pair his Pikmin companions, who rolled the rock around, a leaf mysteriously sprouting off the top. He could see Ness tuning up a bike with a blue frog wearing a scarf standing upright on a chair, his apparel somehow blowing in the wind. Toon Link was stuck to the floor.
...Yeah, the little green swordsman was still figuring it out.
And Villager continually rolled his bowling ball around the room, sometimes smacking into Toon Link's shield, hardly moving him at all due to his footwear predicament. He scowled, occasionally making shouts and growls at the mayor of a sleepy animal town. Robin swallowed uneasily, staring at the others.
"This will go fantastically." Robin grit his teeth.
The doors swung open across from him, accompanied by a booming voice. "Robin!"
"Right." Swallowing, Robin made towards the door, a few of the young combatants waving him off, to which he reciprocated nervously with a wave of his own.
As Robin reappeared, he noticed Link standing across from him, the tall one to be slightly more specific, the both of them standing above the sea on a tower of sorts, skulls decorated on the roof, the tower itself embedded in the deep blue. Ships and creatures of many descriptions floated underneath them. The tactician stared at Link curiously, ready to analyze the strengths and weaknesses of his opponent.
He was surprised. Link looked somewhat different. His normal attire of a green tunic and hat was swapped, he no longer wore a hat, his burgundy hair sticking out now, with a sky blue shirt.
Despite his different appearance, Robin was hardly deterred from the swordsman, raising his own jagged sword as his opponent raised his own.
"Three! Two! One!" That ever familiar voice counted down, until finally the release call arrived, "Go!'
The two immediately put their swords away and retrieved projectile weapons like the zoning jerks that they are.
"Really?" Robin frowned.
Again, just saying.
Ignoring that, the two equipped their weapons of choice; Robin with his books, Link with his bow. Robin opened his tome, only to be reminded as to his unease, with the pages missing entirely from the deadly novel. He sighed, closing the book, and winded the pitch, tossing the cover. With expert marksmanship and careful fingers, Link launched an arrow from his bow, the two projectiles colliding-
And disappearing completely. Which in this case was perfectly normal in the Smash matches.
Still, the two persevered, tossing empty covers and firing arrows for who knows how long, until they reached in their inventories for one last attack. They felt nothing but fabric. Frowning, the two simultaneously removed their hands from the item spaces and returned with melee weapons, both wielding fierce swords. They advanced, ready to strike, jogging across the wooden deck of the platform, annnnnnnd their swords broke on impact as well.
Now the two were extremely confused. They glanced at each other. With uncertainty in their eyes, they retrieved their final weapons. A bronze sword, Robin held in his hands. Meanwhile, Link fumbled about in his pockets, finding a… wooden club. The pair of swordsmen glanced back at each other once more, grimacing. As if expecting it, they simply bumped the weapons together, the materials literally deconstructing upon impact.
"Hmm." Robin hummed, staring back at Link, who blinked silently.
This was a conundrum. Robin hardly fought with his hands, and Link's arsenal was also exhausted. With nothing else left to do, the two seemed to have a silent agreement. They slammed into each other with a tackle, grunting. Of course, having lost the foresight that was kept in check only by having their weapons not break on impact, they neglected to notice that they were stepping on shards of steel and wood, slipping about.
"Oh no." Robin gasped as he felt his balance waver.
The two slipped overboard off the platform. This time however, instead of a glorious explosion, the two simply grunted as they fell into the drink below.
Swimming to the surface, Robin gasped for air, sighing. "Work was full…"
Meanwhile, at a gloved hand's office space.
"What do you mean there's been a mix-up of Links? ...E3? Wha- Well alright, I'm sure having him in for a while wouldn't hurt." Master Hand spoke into what appeared to be a telephone, grappling it with his fingers, "Ah, right, I'll remember to tell Robin that we had to borrow his weapons for his female counterpart. Thank you."
The phone was placed back on its rightful pedestal, and while Master Hand had successfully negotiated with a staff member from a rather familiar company, he still felt as if he had missed something somewhere.
AN: Legend of Zelda Breath of Wild looks okay. Though Link having weapons that break is a bit worrying. I'm sure Robin knows the exact same feeling.
Thanks ProdigyGaming and XShinkuKikinX for reviewing!
I'm certainly glad I got a bit of a chuckle out of you, Prodigy, glad to have made a laugh.
I somewhat agree, ShinkuKikin, my wallet and interest are wavering ever so slightly. But seeing as there's no new Smash coming anytime soon, I suppose I should buckle down and enjoy what I got, I guess! I suppose I can have Kirby and Toon Link battle it out later, but I'll have to either A) Get Toon Link out of his metal shoes or B) Get Kirby out of his metal mech to make it fair.
Thanks for reading, this is ThePizzaLovingTurtle, off to save money for all of these darn games. See you.