Kirby was confused of the situation and the commotion going around him. He understood that there was a demon beast, but he couldn't understand the worrisome energy he felt from Metaknight at the fountain. He was now watching Blade trying to pull a fang that managed to pierce so deeply in Metaknight's forehead. He frowned in worry for his strongest friend because he knew that something like this meant a lot of trouble, but whenever he tried to get close, Fumu would pull him away. Blade had given up, and he was growling his frustrations as his companion Sword said something with disappointment. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but he surely felt the bad emotions in the air.
When he tried to get past Fumu once again, Sword and Blade charged away and made him roll into a table's leg. He was used to such things happening and immediately rolled back onto his little red feet. He ran after them, knowing just where they were going growling like that. He was pleased he seemed to have gotten away, but his sisterly friend lifted him up over her head and scolded him. She locked the door shut and looked out the windows once more. The little confused puff sighed and turned around to see Metaknight again. No one was paying much attention to the couch he was on now, and Kirby took it as his chance to examine his senior. He managed to climb up the couch with a bit of struggle, and gotten no response from the knight when he climbed up.
He leaned over and felt sad that his eyes did not have that kind glow to them like they usually had. He kept silent as he observed, and noticed that he was not breathing either. He frowned at the knight he looked up to and always tried to make proud. Even though he was right here, he felt so far away to the baby warrior. The frown he had now was the heaviest that he had ever wore and he felt an intense burn in his eyes the longer he looked at Metaknight.
"Kirby, oh you poor thing. You shouldn't be near this situation!" Memu cooed and pulled him away from Metaknight. Kirby was reluctant to be pulled away, but he didn't get a strong enough grip on the unresponsive Metaknight. Memu firmly placed him into her soft and warm lap, and proceeded to pet him. "It'll be okay, Kirby."
Kirby didn't feel okay, neither did he feel like it would be okay in the future. He didn't try to turn to see Metaknight because of how firm Fumu's mother's hold was. He instead kept thinking of his kind voice in his memory. Something was very serious if Metaknight jumped in to help him, and a little desperately as well. He tapped his feet together in the same way a person would fiddle with their thumbs; Kirby was at a loss.
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Chilidog couldn't feel the full victorious effect that he had taken down the one called 'Metaknight', neither did he feel achievements for throwing flames at his subordinates trying to attack him in the flaming kitchen. The hallways were heavily smoged again, his personal style of a trap chamber he enjoyed setting up. He needed to go for the tiny one whose blood smelt similar enough to boil him up; it felt like he didn't finish the deed. Not out of the commands of Dedede or Nightmare, but of his own affairs. The smaller blob that cooed was near, he could smell him despite how much was burning.
The smog was slightly over whelming to Kirby, but he decided to give inhaling a try. The smog was thick at first, but his body filtered and purified it shortly after he inhaled it. He was aiming to clear the halls because he wanted a clear space to fight at, and he could hear the dog's claws scraping on the marble flooring, he was actually picking it up amongst his inhaling. He was getting tired from the inhaling, especially how he was putting more spirit into it, but he learned how to push himself in dire situations like this.
"Kirby! Spit it back! Spit it back!" Fumu cried out in fear that the wolf was clearing in as the smog cleared up. As much as Kirby wanted to face the demon himself, he didn't want to scare Fumu. He did as told and spit back at Chilidog with all of his might. He was proud he had the power to push it away like that, but right away he was lifted up and carried away to another room. The door was locked shut by Lololo&Lalala, but he still tried to open it regardless.
"Really, you guys are way too reckless!" Fumu began as she placed her hands on her hips in the manner that always caused Kirby to hide.
"We were doing it for the sake of our lord!"
Kirby tilted his head at the argument taking place. This didn't feel like a plan was being formed unlike earlier times, it felt like there was verbal fighting going on instead. He watched everyone exchange words waiting for it to calm down. His attention wandered back to the fallen knight, and just as he got the nerve to inhale the door down, smoke began to seep its way into the room that they were in. Lololo and Lalala yanked the door open and Kirby followed after them, ignoring Fumu's calls. Sprinklers were extinguishing the flames along with flooding all the gaping holes on the ground. While looking up amazed at all of the water being sprayed, Fumu had picked him up once again.
"Fumu, let's go to the top of the castle!" Blade said and lead the way.
As Kirby was carried by Fumu, he could see just about everything that was troubling him right in front of him. Metaknight carried by Memu and Parm, and Sword and Blade taking the lead yet again. Kirby really disliked being carried around when he could be trying to protect his friends. He could understand where Blade and Sword were coming from, but he felt they've done their part enough. He was kept near his friend's parents as she tried to keep hold of Sword and Blade jumping into battle yet again. Kirby also weaseled his way away from the nonfighters an watched the young fighters get helplessly tossed around.
He was feeling a burn of anger inside that reflected on his features. His frown of worry and sadness was now of frustration and determination. It sizzled the more Blade and Sword tried to keep up with the fierce demon. Kirby was thinking of his own struggles and wondered if this was how his friends felt when he first started fighting and all they did, or could do, was watch. He also wondered if this was the kind of burning feeling to protect and preserve justice that Metaknight felt and fought for. He had nothing to fight with but one thing. In one swift motion, he pulled Metaknight's sword from his sheath and positioned just as Metaknight had. The hilt alone was very heavy, and it only gotten heavier after the bright light materialized the weapon into place.
He wasn't going to show or allow weakness anymore and jumped off the ledge just as Blade and Sword had. Maintaining balance in the air whilst holding a very heavy sword proved to be difficult, but he was trying to not let that discourage him. But as always, in the knick of time, his warp star came to the rescue. He grabbed on tightly and gave the dog a satisfying tackle. Despite the aggressive invite, the hell dog raced off from the now very damp castle grounds. Just like how he was giving it his all, Sword and Blade were still giving it their all and chased the dog down.
He couldn't push the warpstar and maintain the will of the Galaxia sword, but he still managed to catch up. When Chilidog was on point, he jumped off of his warpstar and allowed the sword's weight to bring him down. He clashed with the emblem on Chilidog's head and pressed onto it with all of his might. As he done this, he glared into it's amber eyes. It's glare was more ferocious than his and intense enough to burn. Chilidog snarled and pushed him away with the strong bridge of its nose. Kirby wasn't surprised to be tossed up so high as much as he was that he lost his grip on Metaknight's prized sword. He inhaled it, and the sword in his tummy alone gave him a incredible warmth and sense of strength. He swallowed it and it returned into his possession but now in a weight that he could handle much easier. Prior to his transformation, Metaknight's subordinates were wrestling Chilidog in the pond.
He held up the sword into the air like the royal object that it was and focused his heart and memories into it. The sword's light was strengthened with his light, and he held onto it dearly before he tossed it at Chilidog. It was a big part of himself that he was getting ready to throw away, because if this didn't work he would likely meet a similar fate to Metaknight's. Kirby braved for this and stroked the sword. The large beam cut through everything in its path without weakening or faltering, and it consisted until it mercilessly went through Chilidog. Kirby was tired and close to losing his balance on the warpstar, but he held his ground. He felt more relief than triumph when he watched Chilidog explode into oblivion once and for all.
He landed on a small edge of a hill and watched the pond he disrupted settle back into neutrality. Things were beginning to feel well once again despite the level of fatigue he was experiencing. But the feeling of the Galaxia in his hand kept him standing. The feeling of this sword was unlike any other he had held before, regardless if he possessed it with or without transformation. It wasn't power he was clinging onto, it was the idea and presence of Metaknight.