Arena Woes
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Brothers. That goes to Nintendo. I also do not own Queen's Blade that is owned by Hobby Japan. I also do not own Dark Knight Ingrid that is made by Lilith-Soft. The only characters I own are those from the Golden Land, angels from Skyworld including the royal bodyguards, Angel Assembly and archangels along with all the other angels and of course the witch hunters.
Summary: While getting the grand tour of Smashopolis, Robin overhears Pit talking to Wario about the underground arena that is only open past midnight. He trails after them and sees many brutal matches not pertaining to Smash Brothers, but the desire to buy a present for Shulk after seeing his boyfriend mesmerized by the item, he enters the arena unaware of how bad the situation can get.
Pairing: Robin/Shulk, Pit/Pittoo, Ganondorf/Palutena with dark OC/Robin and OC/Marth
Rated: M (for mature) but E (for explicit on Archive of Our Own)
Genre: Suspense, Drama, Romance, Angst, Horror and some Humor
Warning: Swearing, extreme violence, sexual violence, sexual themes and unintentional OOC
Well, I feel like this story will establish my recently completed outside realm of Smash Brothers Mansion that is casually brought up in Burning Tears (when I was just getting back into the Smash fandom) and references to outside of the mansion whether its Pit or Sonic going out. I admit that this is kind of late to bring up Smashopolis in my universe, but it allows me to open up my stories to even more endless possibilities and crossovers so the tour in this chapter is for my readers to understand what is in Smashopolis. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Arena of Despair
The Smashers all had to return to the mansion at a specific time after the tour for this particular day. Master wouldn't give the details on why they needed to be back immediately when he normally would let them come back whenever they wanted. The rumor was that a Smasher was caught participating in an illegal event in Smashopolis and Master was trying to determine who it was. Despite some snarking, a lot of Smashers wouldn't think that any one of them would be participating in a crime. Sure some of them would glance at Bowser or Ganondorf, but with how vaguely worded the crime was and given the estimated time given, they would not have been able to do it.
Rob didn't think too much of what "crime" was being committed due to being more concerned about how to make money to buy that clock for his boyfriend, but his observation skills allowed him to notice that Pit was breaking out in a cold sweat at the mention of what crime this Smasher committed. Curiosity got the best of him as he followed Pit later on in the evening when most of the Smashers were calling it a night. It wasn't odd for Pit to leave his room when Dark Pit was asleep due to the light angel having a bad habit of getting a midnight snack. This time, he went straight to Wario's room. What was the reason for Pit to do this? Rob would find out when Pit was allowed into the room. He covered his nose when the stench came out of the room and wanted to go away. However, he wanted to know what was going on and went to lean his ear against the door.
"W-Wario, how did Master find out about the arena match?! You said that he wouldn't find out!"
"You fool! The person you fought apparently was someone was incredibly rich! He came from another world that Master knew and now he's suspicious! Take my advice and lay low tonight!"
"B-But…"
"Honestly…if you tortured him and left him alive, then Master would not have noticed…you were reckless. I won't pay you now."
"You greedy bastard…"
"This is your fault Pit! If you were not so careless, I would not have to put you on the sidelines tonight. You will obey me and watch. If you try to get in the arena tonight, don't be surprised if you find yourself without a VIP card."
Pit flinched at Wario's tone before sighing in defeat. "Uh…fine…dammit…that bastard insulted Pittoo though. He had to die…"
"With that attitude, I wouldn't be surprised if you burned the city for an idiot slandering your replica. Seriously, those demons will be out to kill you for what you did."
Pit was going to bark back with an insult when the two felt someone approaching the door.
"Whose there?" Pit demanded getting ready to take out Palutena's bow. He stopped himself realizing that it was only the male tactician. "Oh…it's only you."
Rob gulped wondering if he should even ask about the dialogue that was going on between the two Smashers. "Umm…hey…what is this arena you two were talking about? Do you know about the crime that Master was…"
"We were talking about nothing but money!" Pit exclaimed. "Only money from the upcoming Smash tournament in the Smash Arena! There is absolutely nothing to see here! Move along now!"
Pit was so bad at trying to hide something when he was caught red handed. Rob folded his arms in annoyance.
"I will if you tell me what is going on."
"Nope! Wario!"
Wario was the one that ended up chasing Rob off if the light angel failed to do so with his horrible lies. The only reason Rob ran off because Wario was ready to fart and funk up the entire hallway causing anything within a three-mile radius to pass out from the terrible fumes. It never came to this, but Rob sure as hell wasn't going to be stuck with the scent on his body. You would think that Rob would give up but…
…Rob would not take no for an answer. If there was a secret way of earning more money outside of Smash, then he was going to take it. He would not resort to asking his older sister for his allowance. He was too old for that now and with her being married with a baby on the way out, he had to strive for independence.
The white haired mage stalked the Smashers but Pit in particular to see how he would get to the arena. Staying near the stairs on the fourth floor was a bad idea due to how barren the hallway was. He would have to hide in the shadows of the third floor given that Pit refused to leave through the window. Immediately he noticed that Dark Pit was with him. Rob concluded that the dark angel was unaware of the events going on therefore the white haired mage wouldn't need to keep track of him. He noted how Pit did not carry a weapon in hand and instead just had the VIP card. On closer inspection of the angel, one could see he was wearing a tattoo around his arm. It was too dark to see what it was but there appeared to be a crescent moon on his right arm.
The angel scanned the hallways making sure there wasn't anyone following him. Rob had to give himself credit for being able to conceal himself in the darkness well. Because he was always in his sister's shadow, he was always able to blend in. He would never get to the level of disappearing without a trace like Kellam, but it was good enough for missions that would require sneaking around.
From there, Rob would follow Pit making sure to align his footsteps with the angel and disappearing into the shadows if Pit turned his back. The white angel was paranoid of someone following him making things harder for the short tactician.
Eventually Pit would make it outside with a bunch of other Smashers who apparently heading out to the arena as well. Rob peaked fro m the first floor window to see Marth, Falco, Ganondorf and Wario. They were all waiting on Bowser who came flying out of that one section of the mansion where all the vehicles and spaceships were kept with the Bowser Mobile. Compared to the one he used against Mario and the gang, the car was even bigger than before allowing more people to fit into it.
"Get in losers! We're going to make some money!" Bowser declared causing Pit and Marth to shush him.
"Do you want us to get caught?" Pit asked rather annoyed at how the King of the Koopas was acting. "Why are you even on fire today?"
"Because tonight is going to be a good night for Martha!"
"Excuse me?"
Marth was pushed into the car while he was cursing Bowser out. Wario called shotgun forcing everyone to sit in the middle seat or the backseat of the Bowser Mobile; Pit had no problem sitting next to Ganondorf vise versa in the back leaving Marth and Falco in the middle. Bowser didn't bother telling the Smashers to fasten their seatbelts as he hit the gas pedal before anyone could ask Wario the details of the next opponent.
Rob was left in the dust grumbling about how there was no way for him to catch up to a moving vehicle. He cursed his lack of endurance ever since coming to Smash Brothers Mansion and decided that he would need to take the bus to get to Smashopolis.
The good thing about the bus is that it was operation twenty-four hours a day. The three main Miis that had more emotions than the Fighting Mii Team were Taro (the Mii Brawler), Ken (the Mii Swordfighter) and Sophia (the Mii Gunner). All three of them would take an eight-hour shift to operate the bus all day, every day. Because they were Miis, sleep was not required for them. It made things easy for people like Rob who were sneaking out in the middle of the night and had no transportation to get to Smashopolis.
The Mii in charge of the graveyard shift was Ken. Compared to the other two Miis, he was very polite always making sure to address people by their title given in Smash Brothers rather than their actual name. In contrast, Sophia would be the bubbly one and Taro was the hot-blooded one.
"Where would you like to go Tactician Magician?"
Rob hated the name given to him mainly because it was used interchangeably with his elder sister. Couldn't Master give him a cooler name to make him stand out from Robin instead of one that would refer only to the one who fought more in Smash?"
"Smash Arena."
"Understood."
Rob was allowed onto the bus that took off after the Bowser Mobile. He asked Ken if he could drive slower to not get their attention, but from the looks of things, they wouldn't notice that the bus was tailgating them. In fact, Bowser picked up the pace without looking through his rear view mirror.
What would take an hour to get to Smashopolis only took fifteen minutes with speeding. At certain times of day, the Mii will either speed up or slow down depending on how chaotic things were on the outside. If no one was around, they would go over the speed limit to get to the location needed while during the brightest part of the day, the break would be stomped on often.
Before he knew it, Rob was already at Smash Arena. The bus could not stop in front of the place though, but Rob didn't mind having to get off farther away due to not wanting to be caught by the other Smashers. Ken waved him good-bye before driving off. Rob could expect him within the next hour if the Mii continued to speed, but hopefully, he'll have a ride before then. He didn't want to crash at the hotel alone…
The white haired magician slowly trailed after the Smashers who went through a different door. Rob expected much since it didn't seem to be part of the main Smash Arena like during working hours. From a distance, Rob could see Marth immediately being dragged off. He couldn't hear what the tall, blue-skinned guard with a tail was saying, but it might have to do with them running late. Rob felt like this was the time to blend in and hope he wouldn't get noticed. That humanoid guard was intimidating after all.
Falco and Ganondorf were the next ones in after they flashed their card. In actuality, Ganondorf got a free pass for being the King of Evil. Bowser was let in after he parked his vehicle. Wario would go next, but waited for Pit. He was looking around the area seemingly paranoid about something but the light angel just waved him off. At this point, Rob tried to sneak him like a pack rat but…
"This is no place for kids unless you have a VIP pass."
Well so much for that.
"Umm…I'm with them…I was just…"
Rob couldn't even look the guard in the eye and as a result, the lie was apparent.
"If you have no pass, then you must go back to your mommy."
Excuse me if I don't have one. Rob thought darkly to himself as he sighed realizing he wasn't going to get in unless some miracle happened.
"Hey big guy, he's with me. It's fine."
There was the miracle. Rob looked up hearing Pit's voice. The angel went back out after checking one last time if anyone followed them. Since it was just the younger brother of the great tactician Robin, Pit really had nothing to worry about.
Pit grabbed Rob by the arm and yanked him inside. This section of the arena was indeed different. Compared to the bright reception desk that was normally seen, this was a completely darker area with an ominous reception desk and stairs that led further down instead of stairs that would to an upper balcony. On closer inspection, there was an upper region of the dark arena. It was just behind the creepy reception desk that was missing the receptionist.
"Rob, what were you thinking?!" Pit asked letting go of the white haired mage. "Do you realize how much danger you were in?"
"What?"
"You shouldn't be wandering this area alone at night! To many creepers!"
"But…you were…"
"I'm with Wario! He's reliable! Plus, I can take care of myself."
It wasn't everyday that Pit would scold you for doing something wrong. Usually the brunette was on the receiving end of the lecture and he usually rolled his eyes in disgust. Said angel who was being a concerned older brother was though chewing him out…
"Man…I was worried that you were Pittoo. If it was him…I would never forgive myself."
Oh, so that's why you came back. It wasn't me you were concerned with but your twin. Rob thought to himself. He should have known though that besides the Goddess of Light, Pit prioritized Dark Pit over everyone else to dangerous levels. It was just best to never mess with the black angel if you valued your life.
"What are you doing you loser! You are missing the match!"
Pit groaned hearing Wario nag him about something that he doesn't need to see. Rob started to shake at the idea of missing what was going on downstairs. The greedy Smasher noticed that the white haired mage was behind the angel. Tilting his head in confusion, he asked, "What is this loser doing here?"
"He snuck in." Pit responded weakly. "And now I got to babysit him. I can't leave him outside knowing this place."
"Suit yourself." He turned to Robin and smirked. "Just don't get in the way."
Why would he be in the way of a match? All he knew was Marth was fighting outside of Smash. This was the chance to see the Hero King shine without any rules to chain him down.
The two veteran Smashers allowed the newcomer to trail after them down the stairs. Immediately, Rob felt the air become heavier and growls coming from the bottom rang in his ears. It changed from animalistic sounds to cheers of a crazed mob.
That was what it was at the bottom. Rob was surprised that there was an arena identical to the one in the other section of Smash Arena. The major difference was that there was one intercom where the commentator, a handsome young man with short silver hair and purple eyes was. The white haired tactician recognized this man from anywhere. He was always behind that really respectful demon Count Black. He was the left hand man to Count Black always hiding his face as if the light was his kryptonite. He looked pathetic next to Black's right hand woman. Here though, he wore an arrogant smile that contrasted his sweet, shy one he had when speaking to the Smashers. His clothes came off as glorified suit with ghost patterns stitched to them. In fact, the more Rob looked at the announcer, he was certain that he wasn't human after all with how pale his skin was.
But that was beside the point. The arena itself might have been identical but the crowd was too close to comfort. There was a huge metal fence that separated the audience from the fighters. They pulled on the fence like a horde of mindless zombies demanding tribute. In the center, Marth was duking it out with a rather inexperienced swordsman. The poor soul didn't know what he was getting himself into and found himself backed against those prying hands. The Hero King at this point had put Falchion away as if telling his opponent that he was done messing with him.
"Uh…I was told I would be having a challenging match, but you're not even worth my time." The flamboyant king mocked. "Falchion does not need your blood."
"W-What?"
Marth didn't even bother telling the audience to do whatever they wanted with his opponent. He was done for the night because he was legitimately bored and disappointed how hyped this match would be. Marth was just on a different level though and the crowd didn't seem as disappointed as the Hero King was.
"H-Hey, w-we are not done fighting!" The tired swordsman shouted as he was about to charge Marth from behind but found that his arm was grabbed by one of the demons from the other side. "Get back here and fight, you sissy coward!"
The commentator snickered seeing how the demons were trying to pull their latest victim through the fence even though it was closed. If they kept it up, they would tear him apart before the fun could start and that was the point. The match unfortunately ended too quickly by their standards and it was annoying to the Smashers who spent more time driving to the location than actually participating in the match. Wario didn't seem like he had enough time to distribute the gambling money, but he still managed.
"Well, it looks like the crowd wants a piece of him if the Hero King doesn't." The announcer joked seeing the demons start to claw at the loser's eyes. "I'll be getting some other random matches in the meantime of this quick meal."
You would think that Rob would be horrified at the sight that was happening before him. Those demons were tearing the loser apart. The more he tried to break free, the harder they rugged until they started pulling his body parts through the fence…even if they wouldn't fit. Rob was surprisingly unfazed. In fact, something inside of him was boiling. He only saw the end of that battle coming down the stairs, but he witnessed the real Marth in that short amount of time. Despite being called an individual who hated violence according to Tiki, Marth demonstrated that he was very much pro-violence, but was rather merciful. Then again, Marth probably thought he was above killing weaklings in the arena. Would he need to adopt this attitude to get the crowd cheering like that?
As the demons ate Marth's opponent, Wario continued counting the money won. Rob was amazed at how much was won with almost no effort. In Smash, Master Hand was stingy with the money and distributed the coins unevenly. Of course the more you won in Smash, the more money you made, but it was apparent there was bias to the veterans receiving more than the newcomers and the Goddesses got the most money despite not participating in Smash battle that much.
To Rob, this was his big break. A place where his sister had no influence whatsoever…a place where the crowd would cheer if you kill the opponent. A place where you could let loose your anger…and a place to earn money for Shulk. That last one was the nicest thing on Rob's mind…and he would do whatever it takes to ask the Smashers to let him fight.
"Please Pit! You got to let me join your group!"
"How many times do I have to say "no" before you leave me alone?"
"Until you say yes!"
"You'll be eaten alive in there with your short frame!"
"You're just as short as me!"
"I'm pretty sure I'm taller…"
Yeah this conversation was going nowhere. After all of those matches last night, Pit told Rob to act like nothing has happened the next day and continue life as usual. Not only did Rob have a hard time keeping his mouth shut, but he immediately started stalking Pit after the white angel finished his free for all match. Pit's attempts to not get caught going to Wario's move was for nothing because of how persistent Rob was. Now the angel captain and the white haired mage were in a shouting match that would definitely get someone's attention. Pit needed to remember that if Dark Pit found out, the dark angel would tag team with Rob to make sure they would both get to participate. If Palutena were to ever find out, the Smashers could expect to pack up their things and leave. Wario did not seem to register this as he continued to count the money made just so he could give some of it to Pit and Marth. The Hero King needed to draw this argument to its conclusion before anyone found out.
"Rob, I think Pit is right. With how you are now, you would get destroyed in the arena."
Pit smiled seeing that the bluenette was going to take his side. "Thank you Marth. You do realize how dangerous the arena is."
"What? You performed splendidly last night!" Rob exclaimed. "When the crowd demanded more, you delivered them what they wanted. You didn't get a single scratch on you, and you are the one saying it's dangerous?"
"I have two seasons of experience now along with Falco." Marth explained. "And as you know, Pit is an angel, so he's fine. And of course, no one wants to mess with Bowser, Ganondorf or Wario."
"Wario?" Rob questioned as he looked at the gluttonous Smasher who looked up hearing someone call his name.
"What do you want, loser?"
"How are you reliable? Pit said you were last night. I don't believe that."
"Of course I am not reliable! Those two losers are delusional."
"I said none of that!" Marth shouted suddenly. "Rob, I am serious when I say not to participate. If us veterans say no then it will do you justice to listen because going alone will result in death…or worse…"
Marth looked up at the weird purple clock hanging on Wario's wall. His eyes widened in horror at what time the clock displayed.
"Crap, I'm going to be late!" The bluenette cried as he rushed out of Wario's room leaving the three Smashers alone.
Pit looked over to Wario who just struggled his shoulders and went back to counting his money. Robin continued to pry without Marth around.
"Are you going to explain what happened to him? I can't believe Wario is reliable."
"Oh he is." Pit said with a grin. "Would you believe that Marth didn't follow his own advice last season and went to the arena alone to let out some stress and lost?"
Of course Rob hadn't heard of it so he continued. Wario glowered at Pit for yapping away like he was one of those storytellers in the streets begging for money.
"The arena is one of the most dangerous places in the Smash Realm, Robin." Pit continued specifically using his name to get his attention. "Any race can come on in and watch us battle. Unfortunately, because of the arena, many of them are more interested in death matches. They're lucky that a number of us Smashers will fight dirty. Can you imagine what would happen if someone as sweet as Peach entered?"
"Well…her kingdom's reputation would plummet…"
"Exactly! That's why we have to keep it a secret! We have to avoid Master or any of the Smashers who would tattle on him about the arena." Pit grumbled as a response. "It's why I don't want Pittoo finding out. He's so persistent and he's already on to me. I know he'll rant to Lady Palutena even though he says he's not the type to do that…"
"He likes fighting." Wario said simply.
"Uhh…I wish the one place he wouldn't try fighting is the arena."
"But, what does this have to do with Marth or Wario being reliable?"
"Marth nearly got caught last year and nearly exposed the arena for his carelessness." Pit stated. "Marth went to the arena on his own despite being injured in a Smash match. He really should have waited for one of us because he lost that match. His opponent knocked the wind out of him and then dragged him out of the arena."
Rob didn't think that Marth was that type of person to not take his own advise but…
"Basically, the demon who beat him wanted to sell him off as a sex slave." Pit grumbled. "I hate goblins when they try to take advantage of the arena for that. They already got those werewolves as their main slaves, so they don't need anyone else, and the fact they hired ogres to do the work for them is absolutely…" Pit trailed off realizing he was going to go on this demon rant if he kept describing the people who attempted to kidnap Marth instead of going straight to the incident.
Rob was trying to imagine what an ogre looked like. He thought they were identical to giants, but knowing Pit, he might have been referring to a different type of ogre that was certainly not a green one from a famous series.
"So…if it weren't for me and Wario, Marth would have found that his world was rewritten. We had to rush toward the harbor so the ship wouldn't set sail. Man…I hate going through all of those demons without Lady Palutena."
"You were fine."
"Uh-huh…but how much did that goblin offer you again Wario?"
"Three million coins…"
Rob's eyes nearly bulged out his sockets. "W-What?! T-T-Three million?!"
"It is!" Pit exclaimed. "I was surprised that you rejected the offer and knocked the pathetic goblin out!"
Wario growled trying to hide the slight blush that was threatening to show. Thankfully his room was dimly lit therefore it would be impossible to see it.
"Tch, that wasn't even enough to satisfy my greed." Wario responded rather quickly. "I would need ten million coins! If you can't even give me that much, then I'll punch your lights out."
"Aww, but you're a cool guy underneath that ugly mustache." Pit told him with a cheeky grin.
"Ugly…you should not be talking with how you never hit puberty."
"Hey I will…in another century or so…"
Rob still couldn't believe that Wario had the decency of a human being (or whatever race he was. With residence of the Mushroom Kingdom, it was difficult to determine one's race). Still, the point they were trying to get across is that if you came unprepared or if you went alone, the probability of putting yourself in a vulnerable position and getting everyone caught because you ended up missing in action was something these Smashers wanted to avoid. If Rob weren't doing this for Shulk, he would have just kept it a secret. He needed the money though. He wasn't going to get enough from how he was doing in the rankings now due to his sister, and even the upcoming mini-tournament in Smash Arena was something he probably wouldn't win no matter how hard he tried.
"Despite what we told you, do you still want to participate in the arena?" Wario questioned noticing the determined look in his eyes.
"W-What? Of course he wouldn't! He's not that stupid after that tale!"
"Pit…I want to fight in the arena." Rob replied. "I…I need the money! I won't let you down and I'll lock this information you gave me in the back of my brain!"
"Fine. You can come." The greedy Smasher began. "You have to follow our orders though. We are the veterans for a reason."
Rob's eyes sparkled realizing that he was one step closer to getting what Shulk wanted. The brunette just shook his head in annoyance seeing how Wario caved in rather easily despite that story. Now Pit felt like he had to keep tabs on Rob or he'll do something stupid if they weren't looking tonight.
"When do we leave?" Rob asked trying to maintain the excitement in his voice.
"We'll leave a little past midnight. The Smashers as a whole have to be asleep, and we all can't go this time around. If things get too suspicious, Master Hand will catch us and that will be it. Make sure to not spill the beans before then."
Rob agreed to this decision. He could not wait to begin and make money (and a name for himself).
Later that night, the group of Smashers left in the Bowser Mobile. It had enough room for five people even though it was kind of obvious that Bowser could just extend the back seat and have three more additional seats. It didn't matter because Pit had no problem sitting in between Ganondorf and Rob while Bowser was at the wheel and Wario called shotgun. Marth was too tired from last night to join the group this time around, but he wished the tactician good luck. The weapons that were going to be used were placed in the trunk. Rob didn't even want to know why Pit had a palm weapon, but chances are, he intended to get dirty in the ring with how that weapon worked. Rob just brought his Levin Sword and three of his tomes. In Smash, he could hold them all but outside of Smash, the tomes fell out of his robe so he just brought all of them except Nosferatu.
The drive wasn't as quiet as he thought. Wario and Bowser were arguing about what music to play while Pit was rambling on about what he intended to do in the ring with Ganondorf.
"So if we go doubles Ganondorf, you're going to go all sword and me my fists?"
"If that is what you want." Ganondorf told him simply folding his arms in contempt. The Goddess of Light and Dark Pit have yet to find out about this yet?"
"Well…knowing Lady Palutena, she must trust you enough to watch over me." Pit admitted with a small blush. "But I made sure Pittoo was asleep before leaving."
"You know…you're not going to be able to hide the arena forever. One day, he's going to sneak off and participate alone."
"…I know…"
"Soon…we will both talk to him so he understands the rules."
Pit grumbled at Ganondorf's words confusing the Gerudo.
"Sorry Ganon…you see how violent I am in the arena…I don't want Pittoo to see me in that state."
"You cannot protect his innocence forever. Dark Pit is a part of you, Pit. He thrives on violence as much as you therefore it would be foolish to keep him away from what he loves."
"But you saw what I did a couple of days ago…I was so into it I kind of got that guy killed."
Rob shivered at the thought of the angel murdering someone. He appeared so innocent, but seeing as how someone as pleasant as Marth could brutally hack at his opponent if he was enjoying himself, he was scared to see what Pit would do.
"It was the demons that killed him. You just left him to that fate. That is more tame than your usual punishments."
"Uh…I'm just glad I'll never run into anyone from the Mortal Kombat universe or Bayonetta. I would be so dead."
Ganondorf chuckled at those names. If someone as violent as anyone from that Mortal Kombat world came in, it wouldn't even be Smash Brothers anymore. The divine beings including Master and Crazy probably did all in their power to prevent someone as dangerous as those from that world from coming in. Smash Brothers Realm was opened to everyone but those that were deemed too barbaric.
Rob listened to the conversation the two had and noticed something. Despite the two being an angel and demon on opposite sides, they got along very well. Add to the fact that Pit implied that Palutena trusted Ganondorf implied that a Goddess was opening up to the King of Evil. Wouldn't that cause problems in the long run or was he missing something?
"Alright, listen up losers!" Wario declared as he turned off the radio so he can talk to the Smashers. "We got two matches today! As Smashers, we will always get the advantage over the challengers. This is why I am having Pit and Ganondorf team up against this human woman from Goblin Galaxy."
Pit's expression darkened immediately at the name confusing the white haired tactician.
"Pit, you probably know her. Her name is Branwen."
"Yeah…that poor woman that is a slave to that monster Dogura."
"W-Who is that?" Rob asked.
"Dogura is one of the biggest scumbags in the universe." Pit explained. "It's to be expected of a goblin. He captures people and turns them into slaves that fight or pleasure him. I…normally avoid fighting her."
"What, you think you'll lose?" Wario questioned in a taunting tone.
"No…it's for her sake." Pit answered. "When she wins a match in any arena, the tattoo on her leg disappears. To escape from Dogura, she needs to keep winning matches but the minute she loses, its back to square one for the most part. Fighting me in the arena is the worse possible scenario for her…and you want me to team up with Ganondorf. She will not win."
"The crowd wants some public humiliation."
"I would love to kill Dogura instead of going after her." Pit admitted. "It looks like I'll…have to settle it with her…unfortunately…"
"If you don't do anything to her, the audience will tear her up." Ganondorf reminded the white angel. "They can kill and eat men easily but if it's a woman, they will keep going until she loses her mind."
"I-I know…that's why I'm going to make it quick."
"Good, as for you Rob…it seems like there are too many lady challengers today." Wario said with a laugh. "What do these women expect in the arena? You'll be fighting Asuka Kokawa."
Pit snickered at the name for some odd reason that it worried Rob enough to not want to ask about who she was. Wario ended up explaining anyway.
"She's a ninja who wants revenge against Count Black for killing off her clan…or something."
"Count Black? Isn't that…"
"That is the name of Master's friend who owns Smash Arena." Explained Wario. "Apparently, he doesn't have a clean record and has been involved with a lot of mass murders. Those are only rumors of course."
Pit wasn't so sure of that. There was no documented evidence of Black slaughtering people sure, but any demon was guilty of murder.
"She only has one more match before she gets to challenge him." The greedy Smasher continued. "It is a shame that her roadblock is a Smasher."
"Umm…couldn't we talk things out? That could be a misunderstanding…"
"No. It is not. Rob, if you have that mentality when you go into battle, you will be killed." The white angel reminded him grumbling at how at his decision to allow the male tactician to participate in the arena.
"Pit, that's not what I meant…I mean…maybe it is. She could have the wrong person but…"
"You're in for a world of hurt Rob. Just saying."
Rob sighed in defeat realizing that if he talked anymore, he might be sent back to the mansion. That was the last thing he wanted to happen to him, so he decided to stop asking questions and to just go with the flow. He would observe how Pit and Ganondorf handled his opponent and adjust his strategy from there.
Sure enough, Rob needed to change his strategy in more ways than one. What he witnessed from Marth is not the same thing Pit demonstrated.
When the group got to the arena, Pit was immediately dragged away to get ready for the match. While Ganondorf was going to participate as well, he knew that he could easily sit things out and see how well the angel captain did before stepping in if he decided that Pit wasn't up to snuff.
Pit had to restrain himself from murdering Dogura the minute he stepped in yanking the chain of his powerful slave girl Branwen. Rob took one look at her and wondered how a woman like her could end up in her current situation. She appeared strong, wise and capable enough to turn on Dogura at any moment. She accepted all the abuse he gave her though.
The light angel hated seeing Branwen like this. He had heard stories from the other angel realm about a group of humans who communicated well with dragons. The dragon tamers were respected even if angels did not get along with dragons. Branwen was a beautiful brunette with one red eye and one blue eye that had fallen from grace when she was force to bear the outfit of a slave; a white bikini with red ends, a choker that was chained tightly around her neck and a brown tight corset piece on her torso. Her most noticeable feature were the brands on her left leg that marked how much time she had left to serve Dogura before she was free. On the same leg was where the ball and chain was that held her down. She would have looked like a dignified gladiator if not for everything listed. This was made worse by how Dogura had no problem getting the audience excited with activating a switch that controlled the electric cords attached to Branwen's body to electrocute her sensitive parts. The demons enjoyed every minute of her screaming in pain even before the battle began. Rob had shouted that Dogura was being a jerk, but if Pit refused to stop the electrical session, then who would?
Since Branwen's opponent was Pit, the light angel felt like electrocuting her was a huge handicap. The battle may have begun once Pit allowed her to stand up and appear dignified, but it wouldn't even last a couple of minutes to satisfy the hunger of the crowd.
Branwen was a smart woman. She knew she had no hope of beating the angel captain. She recognized his appearance, his stance and his weapon. The female angels from her world would talk about him. The goblins in her world feared him but Dogura was the only goblin that wanted to capture Pit and make him the perfect angel slave. He just needed to know what made the light angel tick to be able to get him to submit to him like Branwen.
Dogura was a coward though. Despite these claims he made to the other goblins, when actually seeing Pit face to face, he ran off to hide in the darkness and giving orders for Branwen to defeat him. The Dragon Descendent powers prescribed to her did catch Pit off guard. This strength allowed her to move as if the weight of the ball and chain were not holding her down. She even used it to slam Pit in the stomach sending him flying near the commentator's box.
"PIT!" Rob cried out worried for the angel captain.
Pit was fine though coming right back and grabbing the ball and chain the next time she tried to hit him with it. The white angel attempted to smack Dogura with the ball portion, but not wanting her slave owner hurt, Branwen used her strength to wrap the ball around her legs putting her in the bad situation where Pit just needed to strike her down to win. The white angel hesitated initially because he didn't think of a way to humiliate her enough that it would please the audience. Ganondorf filled in for this role, surprising Pit when he decided that he would take his sword and impale her in the leg causing her to scream. The King of Evil had indeed sliced off the chain too, so she would be able to walk without the worry of the chain completely holding her down. He then followed up with a few Warlock Punches. With Dogura cursing at Branwen to get up and fight and the audience cheering for Ganondorf's brutality, Pit had finally decided how he would finish her off.
Branwen would not allow herself to be defeated this easily. Dogura had activated the cords again causing her to groan in pain, but listening further, one could hear her moaning to the pain instead. Red aura was starting to form around her body as she forced herself to stand up despite her injuries. With her sword in her hand, she aimed toward Pit again who blocked with Palutena's bow.
"I apologize for what I have to do, Branwen." Pit told her. "You were so close too."
"…It is most unfortunate that we clash weapons in this arena of all places." Branwen spoke softly although Pit could hear her breathing heavily after being shocked. "If I was not under that goblin then I…"
"I would fight you fairly not in the darkness." Pit said simply. "Laila told me she would save you…I told her I would help you. I cannot help you now…but…I can let you live another day for your precious dragon."
Pit's secret weapon was the palm weapon that he was hiding. Now Pit knew that it would be increasingly difficult to have a modifier of putting an opponent to sleep. He had to ask Isaak of the royal bodyguards to modify the Midnight Palm to have sleep and paralysis to effectively disable his opponent in battle. The result was that Branwen was taken completely by surprise with how Pit just used the hand with the palm to grab her face and then unleash the magic from the palm that caused a dangerous gas to spew. She pushed him back almost immediately, but Pit had already won at that point. He charged her and gave her a roundhouse kick to the stomach sending her flying into the nearby wall.
"AND THAT IS THE MATCH FOLKS!" The commentator declared knowing full well that Pit's weapon was designed to weaken the opponent for something more dangerous than murdering them. To the commentator, this was a fate worse than death. To Pit, he was showing her mercy by allowing her to live another day.
Despite Pit showing "mercy" to his opponent, the audience wanted Pit to torment his opponent like he promised them. The light angel couldn't do it though. He knew Branwen's struggles and believed that rubbing salt on the wounds along with ruining the reputation of the angels (as in her world, there were angels trying to get her out of this predicament) would do him any good. He had no problem spiting the crowd as a result made worse by how Pit outright threatened Dogura that he would throw him to the pack of savages if he didn't leave now with Branwen. Pit knew leaving Dogura alive would always be a mistake. This was a despicable criminal in the universe, but there was nothing he could do seeing as how someone very close to Branwen was being held hostage and his death would result in this precious someone's life being lost. Pit has heard the story that it was her dragon and while Pit didn't understand why going through this humiliation was worth a dragon, he knew that if it was someone like Pittoo that was being used as a hostage…Pit would do anything to save him.
The crowd was being restless as Branwen was being dragged out of the arena like an abused animal. The demons booed seeing that Pit refused to give them someone to be satisfied with. Not even the commentator was pleased.
"Oh Captain of the Royal Bodyguards, how are you going to make it up to the crowd?" He asked the audience more than Pit as they tried to break the fence that separated them from the arena. "You haven't delivered as of late."
Pit rolled his eyes at this. If the demons wanted to come for Pit, they would sorely disappointed seeing as how the King of Evil was standing next to the white angel and leering into the crowd. The normally obnoxious horde fell into a scared silence remembering that Ganondorf was more powerful than them. Pit turned toward the commentator with a rather sinister grin.
"I may have shown some mercy toward that slave woman." Pit began in a mocking tone. "However, the next woman to participate will certainly suffer. Isn't that right, Robin?"
Rob froze realizing that it was his turn to get into the arena. He may have been amazed when Marth was fighting yesterday, but seeing how cruel Pit and Ganondorf were with double-teaming their opponent, Rob was having second doubts and was not helped when Wario shoved him out into the arena. The white haired magician felt his legs shaking and his fear wasn't going away seeing how the demons started laughing.
"This little chump is going to satisfy us?"
"Can he even satisfy himself?"
"Get out of here you little shrimp!"
Pit remembered these sorts of insults in Brawl. He had to let loose…just a little to show the crowd that he was an angel they shouldn't be messing with. Then again his reputation was already notorious amongst the demons. Rob wasn't as lucky and all he could do was take his Levin Sword out. He couldn't stop the shivering with eyes judging him.
"I almost feel bad for the opponent." Pit continued. "You demons will not be disappointed."
Ganondorf sighed seeing the brunette put pressure on the white haired tactician. Again, Rob had to be reassured that everything would be okay, but not by Pit but by the King of Evil surprisingly. They left him alone in the arena while he waited for his opponent.
"Well despite this Smasher's size, the challenger has been waiting! She's a woman who has abandoned her ninja clan for revenge. Apparently the man that murdered her clan is here in Smashopolis and she is one step closer to finding him, and she will go through the arena to do so! She has done well to survive so far, and now is her chance to find her target! Give it for Asuka Kokawa!"
Rob did recall Wario giving details on his opponent and how this Count Black was Master Hand's friend. He seemed like a decent gentleman, so he wouldn't register how this man was a mass murderer. He could always ask his opponent for details, but it wouldn't take a genius to realize that he would not be able to talk to her.
This Asuka person…was a hot babe. There was no denying that. She had strawberry blonde hair, but the lighting in the arena made it difficult to tell if she had purple or blue eyes (it might be both but it wasn't an important detail). Asuka wore a tight pink suit that Rob honestly thought isn't good for ninjas. Yes Samus moved quickly in that sort of outfit but this ninja outfit didn't seem to be made of the same material as the female bounty hunter.
To make matters worse, Asuka had the same eyes as the demons. She saw Rob as a target that must be eliminated. The announcer was already explaining the rules and counting down for the fight to begin. Rob wondered if fighting outside of Smash would have similar effects in his world. If so, he might have a chance…
"Just so you know…I won't go easy on some kid." Rob could hear the former ninja speak. "Honestly, my final opponent before I get to meet that monster again and they pair me up with some runt. I'm either being mocked or I'm being blessed."
It felt like no one had any faith in the white haired tactician. Yes, he wasn't his sister, but he knew how to fight. He wouldn't have had been the one to get the letter first if that were the case…
"GO!"
I am sick of being underestimated. Rob thought to himself darkly as he forced himself to examine the girl in front of him. It's always my sister over me. But…this place might be the only one that will allow me to stand out…but only if I win.
"I'll make this as quick and painless as possible kid. If I kill you, then those demons won't get you."
This ex-ninja had many weapons at her disposal according to Wario. However, she seemed to be lacking many of them. Perhaps the arena wouldn't let her have them all due to the fact that if she won, she would go straight to murdering Count Black. The only way for the arena to stay alive (and for Smashopolis in general to stay a functional metropolis) was to make sure this girl lost. If Pit was supposed to be her opponent, then that wouldn't happen, but no one had faith in Rob to win.
Her arrogance was showing when the only weapon she was going to use (or was allowed to use) was an arm blade. She was a fast individual closing the gap between the two immediately and trying to behead him on the spot. Rob was good with dodging attacks, but he had to be careful that his limbs wouldn't be hacked off by rolling out of the way.
His sword skills weren't on par with his sister and he couldn't charge his magic fast enough. He needed to end this quickly. He felt like she was the type of individual who was all about the offensive, but if you hit her once and in a good place, then he would win. He just needed to notice where her weakness was.
Recalling Pit's battle, he saw how Branwen would freeze up whenever her crotch area was electrocuted. It was such a lude way of thinking, but maybe he just needed to zap her crotch area and she would grovel before him.
Rob glanced toward an area where he could be on higher terrain. The commentators box was the only way to go. It confused the announcer and Asuka why Rob turned his back on her. She wouldn't allow him to run. If she let him do so, she could have said he quit and she would go to the final round. Her pride got the best of her as she attempted to charge him. Rob managed to get on higher ground and lift his Leven Sword in the air.
"I'm sorry in advance for hurting you." Rob began. "But I have someone I must win for."
The Levin Sword reflected a bright light that shined in her eyes. She growled blocking the light with her elbow so she wouldn't see. This left her body wide open when lightning magic came down from above and hit her.
"Gahhh!"
Robin might as well have been using his word's logic in this battle. He felt like after the first hit that he would hit her again.
"TIME TO TIP THE SCALES!"
He literally met knocking her to the floor. The lightning magic shocked her feet enough for her to fall over.
"You twerp…" She cursed.
The white haired magician was on fire now as he got down. Still having the sword raised in the air, he smacked her with the magic of the Leven Sword again. The third time it hit, it was strong enough to make a tear in her clothes exposing her breasts.
"CHECKMATE!"
The last hit was aimed toward her lower region exposing it. She was caught off by surprise that he was certain that the cry was actually an orgasmic howl. The audience was amazed at how quickly Rob finished her off especially since she was one of the more powerful fighters. Then again, Rob took advantage of her pride and the fact that unlike Pit, he wasn't going to spare her from the humiliation.
"OH, THAT'S IT? SUCH A SHAME THIS GIRL WON'T BE AVENGING ANYONE AFTER ALL!" The commentator declared.
Asuka tried to get up, but found her entire body paralyzed. What did he do to her body?
"Just stay down." Rob told her darkly. "The demons will decide your fate. You should not have underestimated me. I am not as kind as Pit is."
He may have said that to make himself look good, but he was actually terrified at the concept of sending someone to their death…or worse.
The demons were given the okay to rape the loser. They were banging on the gates trying to get in. Asuka was too weak to move.
"Damn you…I won't forget this…when I'm done with these demons I'll…"
"You'll never get done." Rob told her harshly. "Accept your defeat and stay in the shadows forever like a good little ninja."
Now it was Rob who was letting his arrogance get the best of him. He won though, so it didn't matter. He made sure to get out of the arena so he wouldn't feel responsible for Asuka went the demons broke down the gates again to grab at the female body before them. She screamed, cursed and begged them to let her go, but the Smashers at this point had already left being paid in cold hard cash for the matches they won tonight. The only thing Wario was disappointed by was how quickly Rob finished the match. A few more minutes, and he would have made hundreds of thousands of dollars…but this was enough. No need to get your hands dirty.
Me: TBC with 9731 words.
Li: And shit hits the fan.
Me: Of course. Look at the chapter title. This isn't a happy story. Notes!
1. The treatment of Branwen and Asuka stems from the fact that their series treats them differently. Despite being a slave, Branwen is respected by his opponents because they know her awful predicament. She's almost done serving Dogura anyway (and you can tell by the marking on her leg. If all the chains are gone, she's through with Dogura). Asuka in comparison…none of the girls in Taimanin Asagi are treated fairly since it seems like rape is a daily occurrence in the arena. Asuka may have goals, but since her series is pure hentai in comparison to Branwen, she's treated worse.
2. There is no modifier in Uprising that allows you to put your opponent to sleep so I had to come up with that and combine it with the paralysis modifier to effectively shut Branwen down. Pit uses the Midnight Palm due to the naming convention and its made with the same material that Palutena used to make Palutena's bow.
3. Rob' strategy is hit and run. If he ran out any farther, it would count as a forfeit, but he didn't run out and he used the advantage of a higher terrain and the dim light to trick his opponent and defeat her. There was no other strategy Rob could use to win against Asuka (and since it seems like most girls in this series are tricked or let their guard down in order to get defeated). Asuka loses in a similar way.
That's it. Reviews are appreciated. Ja ne!