"Stop, thief!"
Sirens blared as police cars chased after a scrawny-looking man carrying a stolen bag of money through the streets. The man ducked into an alleyway, hoping that he'd lose the police cars.
"Suckers..." He said to himself as he walked down the alleyway. Before he could take one more step, a man with blonde hair wearing a blue shirt, black pants, and brown shoes dropped down into the alley. He pulled out a sword and pointed it at the thief.
"Halt, villain!" The man exclaimed. "Return the money to its rightful owners or face the consequences!". The thief laughed.
"Yeah, I'm gonna hand over my rightfully-stolen millions just because it's the right thing to do.". He said sarcastically. He reached to his holster and pulled out a pistol. "Ain't gonna happen, blue boy. Now step asi-" before he could finish, the Swordsman had slashed the barrel off of his gun in one quick swipe.
"Give up, thief!" The Swordsman said "I have disarmed you!"
"Not quite, buddy." The Thief replied. He reached down into his holster once more. "Like Ma always said..." He pulled out a minigun and began to fire. "ALWAYS CARRY A SPARE!"
The Swordsman did everything in his power not to get hit by the bullets. He ducked, dodged, deflected bullets with his sword, and dove behind a dumpster. The Thief got closer and closer as his laughter got louder.
"Hold still, Errol Flynn!" He said. "This'll only hurt a lot!". He reached the dumpster, but before he could fire, he heard a clicking sound. Almost like he was-
"Out of ammunition, fiend?" The Swordsman asked, standing confidently. He grabbed the minigun out of the thief's hand and tossed it aside. He tackled the thief out of the alley and into the streets. As they tussled, cop cars surrounded them.
"I've just got one more move, buddy-boy!" The Thief said, pulling out a chainsaw. The Swordsman pulled out his sword once more, and the two began dueling each other. Bystanders witnessed a flurry of lunges, parries, thrusts, swings, and misses. Eventually, the two found themselves at a standstill.
"Out of moves, nancy boy?" The thief taunted.
"Nay," The Swordsman replied, smiling. Before the thief could say "What the hell?!" The Swordsman's sword sent forth a mini-tornado, knocking the theif back a few feet.
"Why didn't you say you had magic?!" The Thief asked, landing on the pavement with a thud.
"The element of surprise is paramount in battle!" The Swordsman replied. He picked up the money bag and handed it to the person the thief had stolen it from. "I believe this belongs to you?" The Swordsman asked.
"Yes, thank you!" The man replied. He handed the Swordsman a letter. "This is for you," he said. The Swordsman looked at the letter and noticed the smash brothers logo on the envelope.
"Smash Brothers?" The Swordsman asked. "YES! HA HA HA! THIS DAY IS TRULY GLORIOUS!" He exclaimed in joy. "But, before I depart for this glorious tournament, my friend, I have just four words for you."
"What's that?" the man asked. The Swordsman reached into his pocket and pulled out some money.
"Drinks are on me."