Pit: Aww. –pats Authoress's head-
Must…keep…writing…
Pit: It's two in the morning.
You got a problem with that? There's nothing wrong with staying up late except for the fact that I'm extremely tired! So let me write!
Pit: Okay…
I felt like doing some Shakespeare in this chapter.
Disclaimer: (Can you believe I actually forgot to do this?) I don't own anything from Nintendo, and I'm not Shakespeare, thankfully. He wouldn't have a computer either…
My credits to reviewers are starting to get longer than the story. Better make the chapters longer! ;) I'll just sorta-credit Slordrevan right now for reminding me that Pit didn't need to take his bow apart to use it as a sword all the time. Darth Maul power!
Chapter Nineteen
"It's the day!" Roy threw open his bedroom door and screamed into the hall. "The fateful day where all the fan girls' favorite guys go against each other!"
"Whoopee," Marth came out of his room.
"I bet none of them slept last night," Roy beamed. "I will move storms!"
"Are you suddenly Shakespeare?" Marth muttered at the quote from A Midsummer Night's Dream. "You actually like that stuff?"
Roy shrugged. "I'm in a Shakespearean mood today." He turned when Link came out of his room. "Oh fair Link! Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?"
"What?" Link cried, almost in disgust. "Roy, please. I'm fighting you today and I don't need this."
"He appears to be quoting Shakespeare," Zelda mused, coming out of her room.
"Uh oh…" Marth cried. "Never mix two major Shakespeare fans…"
"Belike for want of rain, which I could well be teem them from the tempest of my eyes," Zelda quoted.
Marth and Link groaned in unison.
"Ay me! For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth; but, either it was different in blood—" Roy continued.
"O cross! too high to be enthralled to low," Zelda dove into the drama.
"Or else misgraffed in respect of years—" Roy sighed.
"O spite! too old to be engaged to young," said Zelda.
"Or else it stood upon the choice of friends—" said Roy.
"O hell! to choose love by another's eyes," Zelda pretended to weep.
"Okay, stop!" Marth cried. "Please?"
"Stop ruining our fun!" Roy said. "This is a tender 'Lysander and Hermia' moment."
"For all I care, you're fit to be Bottom," Marth snapped. "And Link Lysander."
"So you're Demetrius?" Roy said excitedly. "Who would make a good Helena? Samus?"
"We are not putting on a play," Link said firmly. "Let's go get breakfast."
Pit and Samus were already at the table, helping themselves. The four came in, Roy and Zelda still quoting the play. Marth shook his head sadly while Link tried not to laugh.
"What's going on?" Samus asked after noticing Roy's peculiar use of language.
"Roy thinks he's Lysander," Marth muttered.
"And Zelda Hermia," Link added.
"There's nothing wrong in a little acting," Pit smiled as he watched his two friends carry on. They had started getting the attention of others as well.
"Apparently they're doing a scene of Oberon and Titania," Marth mused.
"We're trying to see who remembers the most," Roy grinned. He took a breath. "How canst thou thus for shame, Titania, glance at my credit with Hippolyta, knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night from Perigenia, whom he ravished? And make him with fair Aegle break his faith, with Ariadne and Antiopa?"
"That's nothing," Zelda smiled. She hesitated, then released her part. (If you guys find Shakespeare boring you can skip this paragraph.) "These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, by paved fountain or by rushy brook, or in the beached margent of the sea, to dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, but with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, as in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea contagious fogs; which falling in the land have every pelting river made so proud that they have overborne their continents: The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, the ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard; the fold stands empty in the drowned field, and crows are fattened with the murrion flock; the nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, and the quaint mazes in the wanton green for lack of tread are undistinguishable: The human mortals want their winter here; no night is now with hymn or carol blest: therefore the moon, the governess of floods, pale in her anger, washes all the air, that rheumatic diseases do abound: And through this distemperature we see the seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, and on old Hiems' thin and icy crown an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer, the childing autumn, angry winter, change their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, by their increase, now knows not which is which: And this same progeny of evils comes from our debate, from our dissension; we are their parents and original."
An applaud rose in the dining room and Zelda curtsied. Roy muttered curse as he took his seat. "That's not fair. I don't lock myself up in my room and read the play fifty times over."
"I just have good memory," Zelda smiled sweetly.
"Well, all this was superfluous anyway," Marth interrupted before Zelda could break out in song again. "I suggest we all eat and concentrate on the battles toady. With no more Shakespeare."
"Whatever," Roy grabbed some fruit.
"GO!"
Pit was motionless. He couldn't bring himself to fight Marth. He had trained with him plenty of times before, but this was the real thing. He held his bow at his side.
Apparently, Marth didn't share the same feelings. He came rushing in. A quick slash that nearly cut off his face woke the angel up, and he flew into the air, shooting arrows. One struck the Altean, but Marth wasn't bothered much as he had no damage until that point. Jumping into the air, Marth managed to cut Pit's hand. Crying in alarm, Pit let his guard down, and was now under countless attacks from Marth, who was striking quickly.
Pit pulled his bow up and blocked Marth as the blue-haired swordsman brought his sword down. Pit spun his bow (as he could still use it as a sword and not pull it apart), pushing Marth away from him. He then launched four arrows. Each struck Marth, except for the last one, which Marth seemed to counter. Not paying attention to the move, Pit pulled his bow apart to summon his swords, and flew in on Marth.
Steel clashed against steel. There was one point when both swords met and neither could move; neither one gave into the other.
"This isn't going to be easy," Pit grunted.
"Of course not. Let's just both release on three," Marth answered.
The two swordsmen pulled apart, breathing heavily. Marth came in again, and Pit prepared to block an attack, but Marth suddenly danced around and grabbed Pit. He instantly began kneeing the angel in the stomach; after about four times, he pounded Pit onto the ground, and cut the angel with his sword.
Pit pulled himself up, using the sword in his left hand to block Marth's attack, and cut Marth's side with his right sword. He then began to hack at Marth relentlessly until the Altean brought his blade up, caught Pit's swords, and threw him back. Surprised, the angel assumed this was some sort of counter attack. Reminding himself to watch out for it, Pit merged his swords together and began shooting arrows again.
Marth's sword crossed the path of the light arrows, making each arrow Pit shot useless. Pit soared into the air, but Marth was suddenly up next to him, (as he could jump very high) dealing him with a long, hard slash. Pit fell back to the ground, and Marth began doing a series of moves Pit later learned was the "Dancing Blade". The angel, now cut up, lay on the floor of the arena. Marth stopped, and stood.
"Get up," Marth ordered. "I'll wait."
Pit pulled himself to his feet with the aid of his bow.
"It was easier going against you the first time I came," Pit breathed.
"Well, I didn't know you and your moves then. I do now."
Pit rushed in on Marth, swinging the sharp side of his bow up to meet Marth's left shoulder. Marth ducked, but Pit quickly swung the bow down and cut Marth's right leg. Marth winced momentarily, but accepted the blow, and unleashed a powerful attack with his blade. Pit, luckily able to remain on his feet, was knocked back, his bow held in front of him, parallel to the ground.
Launching himself into the air once more, Pit pulled out an arrow, but this time let his rings slide onto it. He released the shaft, sending it torpedoing towards Marth. Marth looked calm, and at the last second, turned his body, and, bringing the end of his sword up to his left shoulder, countered it. The arrow came streaking back to Pit. The angel let out in involuntary cry and flew to the ground to dodge it.
Once the angel's feet touched the arena, Marth was upon him again, slashing at the angel quickly. Pit cursed at his luck as he fell and Marth continued the blows. He finally attempted to cut Marth's ankle, and did so succesfully with the edge of the bow. Jumping up at the chance, the tables turned. He began to bring the rain of blows upon Marth, pushing the Altean back towards the edge where he might fall into the black abyss. It was all a computer generated image, but it was still ominous.
Pit thrust his energy forward, and Marth toppled over. However, his hand caught the side, and Marth swung back up, rolled behind Pit, and began slashing at the angel.
Well, I know not to do that again, Pit thought as he struggled to keep his own balance. He did this in vain, and this time it was his turn to fall off the edge. Flapping his wings, Pit brought himself up, but as soon as he neared the edge, Marth had him in a tight grasp. Kneeing the angel once more, Marth threw Pit back off the edge. Great.
Pit pulled himself up above Marth and landed on the other side of the arena. Marth followed, sword ready. Pit met the attack with his two swords which he just pulled apart. Another moment passed where both attacked and blocked, none gaining any advantage over the other. The computer-generated audience began crying in anger as Pit imagined that the people in real life were probably doing right now. Then he remembered one of Marth's weaknesses…
"Wow, they sure bring those camera's in far! Think they want a close-up?" Pit said, pretending to look behind Marth. The Altean turned momentarily, and Pit took the opportunity to strike him and continue attacking, now Pit with the upperhand.
Okay, so that was rally shallow. But they were getting nowhere, and Pit knew he had to do something. Marth got into the pose for countering, and Pit pulled himself back just as Marth swept his blade through empty air, barely missing the angel. Marth looked irritated. His counter attacks had always worked, and here Pit knew them too well. Running in on Pit, Marth brought his sword down. Pit blocked successfully, but with a price: the blow knocked him back, and that gave Marth a chance to shove the angel off the edge, this time on the other side.
Pit tried to fly up, but each time he did, Marth either grabbed him, kicked him again, and threw him off the edge once more, or jumped up and did a quick downward swipe, keeping Pit from getting close to safety.
Pit knew he would fall into the darkness, for he was not allowed to stay in the air for too long. Then he remembered Marth's technique when Pit had knocked him off. Pit gave one last boost of energy, letting himself grab the edge with one hand, holding his bow in the other. Marth attempted to use his sword to knock Pit off once again, but Pit swung himself up, rolled past Marth, and struck the Altean.
Marth fell off once more. Pit thought it was over, when Marth was suddenly back up…he had used that same move earlier when Pit had soared up. Pit didn't have time to think this thoroughly as he went to charge in on Marth again. But the quick blue-haired swordsman twisted out of his way, and dealt Pit with a powerful blow on the back.
Pit fell on the floor immediately. This time Marth did not order him to get up.
"I'm sorry, Pit," Marth said solemnly, and put all his power into his last attack—the one that sent Pit flying off the arena and into the darkness.
Wow. This chapter was short, but it has intense fighting! Not really…but you know what I mean...
If
you guys want the Link vs. Roy battle as a chapter, say so in your review. I haven't written it yet...in case it's superfluous.
qwertumz
Roy: Screw Roy? Screw Roy! That's not nice!
It's okay, Roy. You're not the center of the world.
Marth: Although he's big enough for it to.
Roy: Are you saying I'm fat?
Marth: Maybe...
ptpeach
We must think of Pit/Samus junk! Let's all put our heads together! -everyone's head collides and everyone is knocked out- These people are brilliant!
Calder
Roy: Everyone think's I'm screwed, or they screw me...nobody loves me...
Roy Fan Girls: ROY! WE LOVE YOU! TAKE US!
Roy: ...
R'N'Rer
LoL I understand. :) Link is so cool anyway.
Roy: Like I said...nobody loves me...-sobs in a corner-
foxdude33
Young Link: Hi, we're your get well message!
Fox: Sent from Ericketiting!
Marth: Get well!
Pit: Is that what we're supposed to say?
Snake: I think so. I'm not sure.
Roy: Not "Happy New Year!"?
Link: It's summer.
Roy: Oh yeah...get well!
Nintendo Nut1
Yay! I'm glad you're crazy for this story (I can tell from the numerous "8D" smilies.) Well...here's that noble battle...
sasukeuchiha180
Roy: -sigh- I'm a failure. Everyone says I screw things up.
Uh oh...Roy's going emo!
Others: Oh no! We must cheer him up!
How?
Others: Uh...
tikitikirevenge
Roy: He told me to get well! I'm loved after all! Don't worry, I'm sure my broken collar bone will heal just fine!
Evil Mastermind Lloyd
When you say you're loving this story more...if it's possible...does that mean you absolutely love my story? 8D Yay!
Angelglory
Fan Girls: We want Marth! We want Marth!
Marth: -under Snake's box- Marth's not here!
Snake: Hey! This is my box!
Dannyboy
Heh. Sorry for confusing you about the Pit/Samus. Okay, Samus wants people to know she likes Pit, but she doesn't want anyone to announce it. Yeah. I'm weird writing her that way.
Lemmings are cute! Too bad they're suicidal. I think they're related to Pikachu and Pichu. -voices of the screaming Pokemon heard in background, along with a giant splash and cry of agony- Yup.
Wd00d137
Who
doesn't like Crazy? We all love Crazy! Plus he's a lefty, like me! I
mean, I'm not a disembodied hand...but I'm a lefty! GO LEFTY POWER!
CREATIVITY AND THE ABILITY TO SOLVE PROBLEMS AND CRAP!