This is the part of the story where the plot begins, but it doesn't go into detail as of what is going on. The reader will have to wait until next chapter for that.
It didn't take long for panic to erupt on the train to Hiehie Village as it seemed that it was being attacked by unknown assailants. Their reason and purpose behind the attack was unknown, but they seemed dog-determined to carry out whatever they had planned as they boarded the train and attacked the passengers. However, not all the bandits were aboard the train at the moment, more so they were atop the train while it breezed by the cold country side. To stand on a such a fast moving vehicle and keep balance was no easy feet, granting the bandits some level of skill.
"Alright, ya'll know what ta do. Find da car and get da treasure!" barked a large man in a brown parka, carrying a large harpoon the length of two fully-grown average men
Around thirty or so individuals surrounded him, as they all stood atop the train, having already jumped from their mobile snow sled to the train. At his orders however all but five scrambled on board the train, leaving him and a small, diverse group of people around him, each with different colored parkas.
"So boss, what'll we do once we get the treasure?" asked a man in a light green parka, holding a four-foot long club in hand, "I mean we can't really sell it 'cause of what it can do and only the heirs can really use it, so..."
"Getting da treasure first is most important. Once we got dat we can find da heirs and force 'em to make it work." The large man said
"Well I guess getting the treasure will be easy, but getting the heirs will be the hard part." Replied a feminine voice in a red parka, brandishing a large hunting knife, twice the length of her arm
"They're just kids." The green parka wearing man stated, "How hard could it be to catch 'em?"
"They might be kids but I've heard they've climbed many mountains, including Great Condor Peak."
"No way!" yelled a third member of this group, wearing a gray parka and wielding a grappling hook with a frightfully looking claw on the end, "Only a few climbers have actually been able to climb that mountain, especially with the Great Condor flying high above! It's impossible for children to climb such slopes!"
"But they did, and even defeated the Great Condor." Replied the fourth member of the group
Much calmer than his more eccentric ally, this climber wore, oddly enough, a yellow parka that vastly contradicted with his more relaxed, if not deadpan behavior, while he held in his hands a two-handed ice pick.
"If they beat that thing then they're nothing to laugh at. But it'll be fun to fight them." Replied another female, donning an orange parka and carrying a lightweight ice hammer
"Enough of dat right now!" barked the leader, "We have ta first get dat treasure before we deal wid da heirs, go get going you slowpokes!" he ordered
"Right." They all said in unison before taking off into the train
"Now den, time to hava chat with da engineer." the leader said as he walked toward the locomotive
"What's going on now?" Falco asked, thoroughly annoyed with all the yelling he was hearing
The answer to his question came in the form of Griff the Reindeer who in his hurry stumbled into the private car.
"Lady Nana, Bandits!" he yelled, trying to scramble to his feet, "On the train! Hurry, hide!" he yelled in his frantic state
"Bandits?" Zelda inquired
"They came from nowhere and now they are everywhere." he said, "I managed to get back here before they overran the other cars but they'll be hear in moments and you must get out of this car!" he yelled
"Why this car in particular?" Zelda asked, catching the tone in his voice as odd
""Mmm..." Griff mumbled, giving a unsure look to the Smashers
The reindeer wasn't so sure if he should tell them. The secret hidden away was far too valuable to just let anyone know. But as he thought about it, telling them didn't seem as bad, since it was obvious that the bandits hadn't come to simply steal from the passengers of the train.
"The train's transporting a very valuable item and that must be why these bandits have come. The contents of which have been kept secret from the general public to deter thieves." he said
"But the info was obviously leaked somehow." Falco commented
"Just what is it being transported?" Marth asked
"Well..." he began, but was cut off by yelling from the adjacent car, "They're coming, you must leave, now!"
"Calm yourself Griff." Zelda replied, walking toward the door
"What are you doing!?" he practically screeched, "They've got weapons and there's so many. You can't possibly be thinking about fighting them."
"I am." she said, "Griff, Robert, Bridget, stay here." she told them, "Everyone?" she called to the Smashers
"At your side." Marth replied proudly
"So we're beating up robbers, huh?" Ness asked, "Hey Kirby, we gotta fight!" he called to the food-stuffing puffball
"Food?"
"You'll get to eat after we're done." Ness replied
"Food?"
"Kirby, stop eating."
"Food?"
Ness had to think. Prying Kirby away from food was no easy task, but Ness knew Kirby's weakness.
"They came to steal the food Kirby and they don't want to share."
Kirby was out of the door so fast that it was a miracle he hadn't plowed the door down in his haste. Before the Smashers knew it they could already hear the battle cry of Kirby as he had at the despicable bandits.
"I wonder about him sometimes." Falco commented
"Are you coming?" Zelda asked
"Hn." mumbled Falco, "Better than standing around here all day and listen to some sappy flashback." He said
Zelda didn't need a response from the tie-wearing simian. With a grunt and a smile DK made his way toward one of the windows and managed to climb out. His reasons for climbing out of a speeding train were his own, but the Smashers didn't think much of it. He'd be fine.
"Well then I guess we should get going." Marth said
"Wait a sec, where's Nana?" Ness asked
Zelda turned just in time to see a spiked boot disappear outside a window.
"Where's she going?" Falco asked
"Had the same plan DK had I guess." Replied Ness
"Oh, I do hope Lady Nana is okay? I do believe these ruffians aboard the train may hurt her."
"She'll be fine." Falco replied, "Now can we get going before I decide to take a nap?"
"Such an impatient bird." Marth mumbled
"I heard that pretty boy."
"Boys, boys. Let's fight the enemy, not ourselves."
"As you wish Lady Zelda." Marth replied
"Whatever." muttered Falco
"Let's go!" cheered Ness, leading the way to battle
"Jigglypuff, could you be a dear and watch over Griff, Robert, and Bridget while we deal with this problem?" Zelda asked
Jigglypuff wasn't too keen on sitting by and letting her friends, especially Kirby, run off and fight. But even the small balloon of a pokemon knew that the three bystanders would be better off with her, than just simply locking the door, so she accepted.
"Okay."
"Thanks." Zelda said as she followed Ness, Marth, and Falco out of the door, locking it behind her
"You all seem so carefree about the situation?" Griff asked in disbelief, "Don't you realize what's going on?" he asked
"Yep." Jigglypuff replied, "It okay." she told him
Griff eyed her oddly and was about to say more when Bridget interrupted.
"Why don't we let these youngsters handle things?" she said, "I have a feeling things will turn out to be quite interesting."
Just after locking the door to the private cabin Zelda met with twenty-odd faces of what she deduced must have been the bandits. The patrons of the train were seated firmly in there seats, but it looked as if a few had put up a struggle, but the number of and more superior bandits had soundly dealt with any trouble-makers, which the Smashers were now classified as.
"Hey, sit down!" barked one of the bandits, making his way toward Falco
Falco raised an eyebrow but didn't speak a word as the man made his way over to him, standing an inch higher than the humanoid bird-of-prey.
"Can't you hear!" the bandit yelled
Falco remained silent.
"I'll give ya one more chance, sit down!" he barked
"Could you shut up?" Falco finally declared
The easiness at which Falco had said that comment bothered the taller man and with a growl he pulled his fist back, ready to smash Falco with everything he had. Unfortunately, everything he had would barely faze the blue bird. Falco watched the fist barreling down on him, his sharp eyes following the moment to the 'T'. Just before it could connect he dodged out of the way, letting the fist sail pass him and in the same instant launched his own, far quicker and far stronger, punch.
"Oof!"
The bandit felt the wind get knocked out of him and stumbled back, his hands as his gut, trying to breath. Eventually he collapsed, writhing on the floor in pain, his fellow bandits looking on in disbelief. Falco inched his right foot forward until he got into stance, bringing up his fists and furrowing his eyes. He glared at his opponents, though in his eyes they barely qualified as that, and motioned them to bring it.
"Get them!" barked another bandit and then a storm of bandits made their way down the large train car
The first of the bandits to make it to the Smashers tried to smash Falco with a shovel. Why use a shovel as a weapon? The Smashers couldn't answer that, but it was a shovel no less. The attack failed however when Falco dodged and fired his fist at the man with precise aim. He toppled the shovel-wielding bandit. A machete swinging maniac came barreling down on the bird, and the blue aviator backed away, letting the swash-buckler of the group have a go.
Marth blocked with the speed and precision of a bullet, stopping the machete swinger cold. Even with the weapon's slightly heavier form the bandit didn't have the ability to push Marth's blade back. Hell, it barely budged! Marth flicked his wrist and threw the man off balance, making him drop his blade in the process. Before he could stand Marth's blade was at his throat, pinning him to the floor.
"How are you so strong?" the bandit asked, taken back at how easily he was dispatched
"It's not about strength." Marth replied calmly, though his fixed glare never left his face, "Skill was the victor here." he told him, "Now go, before my blade runs you through."
As Marth pulled away the man scrambled to his feet and back off, though it didn't seem as if his cohorts had the same level of common sense and five of them charged the cape wearing prince in an attempt to overwhelm him.
A myriad of different weapons descended upon Marth and the prince bent down to intercept, bringing his blade to meet there weapons.
Cling! Clang! Cling! Cling! Clang! Clash!
Somehow or other Marth managed to block all the weapons with a mixture of his blade and his armor; none of the bandits managing to get any advantage over the swordsman.
"I'd back away now before you all end up at the end of my blade." he told the bandits, his calm, yet determined demeanor never wavering
Not taking his advice they tried to push against him, hoping their combined weight would topple him, but at the angle he had all the bandits at, they couldn't.
"Very well." he said, "Counter!" he yelled and in a flash threw all five off
Weapons went flying; the bandits losing their grip when they were catapulted away, and had it not been for Zelda and her quick reflexes the weapons would have found a home on the noggins of the passengers. Idly hanging in the air the weapons floated, inches from their shocked targets.
"Thank you Zelda, I see that I overdid it somewhat. Had it not been for you the patrons of this train may have met with an ill fate." he said
"Do not beat yourself up over it Marth. Mistakes happen." she said, tossing the offending weapons out of the window with her powers, "Well that's better."
Some of the bandits, including those who had yet to battle, wisely backed away, seeing as they were not much of a match for these odd people, though a few of the more bold one's bravely stepped forward, charging the Smashers yet again…only to find themselves mysteriously suspended in mid-air.
Protest rang from their mouths as they tried to get down, but found it impossible, all due to the young boy who had one hand over his head, seemingly concentrating hard and the other hand in a pointing motion toward the bandits.
"You psychics got it too easy." Falco snorted, "All ya got to do is point and there ya go." he grunted
"Psychic powers aren't as easy as you may think Falco." Zelda replied, "In reality it takes a lot of concentration." she said
"I didn't see you concentrating." he said, "Unlike cap-boy over here."
"I'm more adept than Ness is." she said, trying to make is sound less conceited than it actually did, "But Ness is powerful in his own right." she replied, "My powers are more magic based so in terms of who's the better psychic, Ness would be the victor." she explained
"Besides…," began Ness, "I'd like to see you do this!" he said, spinning the bandits around in the air
He spun them faster and faster, building up speed and when he was at the desired velocity the young boy flung them down the car, toward the remaining bandits, toppling all of them in a sea of bodies.
"Heh…" chuckled Ness, his expression directed toward Falco
"Hn." he muttered, "Show-off."
"Hey…" Ness said, just remembering something, "Where's Kirby?" he asked
"Hn?" muttered Falco, "Last I saw he was barreling down the train like a bat out of hell. I'm surprised he missed these idiots though, must have had other plans."
The avian pilot couldn't have been more right about that. Currently, riding atop the fast moving train Kirby stood in disbelief as he faced what he believed to be a new opponent. Not one of the bandits that was currently robbing the train, but someone from his past, or more accurately, someone from himself.
"Hey...it's you." Kirby pointed out, staring at would appear to be his doppelganger (albeit being gray in color), "What're you doing here Shadow Kirby?" Kirby asked, "Did you come to steal my food?" he asked in offense
In response, 'Shadow Kirby' launched himself at Kirby, throwing a kick at the pink blob. Kirby's reflexed kicked in and he jumped to avoid the blow, spinning over Shadow Kirby and landing behind him, but as if he had read his mind Shadow Kirby turned on a heel and lunged toward Kirby the moment the pink gumball landed. Kirby hopped to the side, once again avoid the blow, but Shadow Kirby changed the angle of his attack by spinning on his stubby hands, thus allowing him to throw another kick at Kirby. Kirby didn't have the chance to dodge so he was had no choice but to block the blow.
"Why are you fighting with me!?" Kirby cried out, utterly confused, "We're not enemies!"
Shadow Kirby was alway a curious one, assisting Kirby at the oddest of times, even during the final battle with Dark Mind, but the way he was acting now was just too odd, even for him.
"I..." Kirby heard Shadow Kirby murmur, causing the pink star warrior to raise a curious eyebrow
Once again Kirby amazed the world with this feet, since he had no eyebrows to speak off.
"...want..." Shadow Kirby continued, pushing against Kirby harder, "...to be...to be...to be..."
"...to be...what?" Kirby asked, feeling as if he were playing a game of twenty questions, "What do you want to be?" he asked, matching Shadow Kirby's strength
"...to be...free..." he said, before a dark look overcastted his normal, docile features, "...OF YOU!" he roared, throwing all his strength into a full body tackle
As expected, Kirby was thrown back by the blow, but quickly recovered and looked up to lock eyes with the enraged puffball.
"Why are you so mad?" Kirby asked
Shadow Kirby grinned manically and proceeded to answer Kirby's question.
"Shadow Star!"
"What's going on?" asked one of the bandits
Having heard a commotion three cars down from where Zelda and the gang were, this particular bandit wondered just what was happening.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Huh?" the bandit wondered, looking toward the source of the sound
Near a window he saw an unusually large, unusually hair hand knocking on the grass before retreating from view. Curiosity getting the better of him he walked over to the window and opened it, looking outside for the hair hand. This pinnacled the biggest mistake of his life.
With the speed of a shark the large, hairy hand reached out and grabbed hold of the bandit. It's form easily wrapping around the bandit's smaller frame, pulling him out the window. He barely had time to scream in fright before he was pulled from view.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It didn't take long for the other bandits to scurry out the windows to engage whatever grabbed their ally, weapons in hand. Just as the group made it to the top of the speeding train they came face-to-face with their attacker, the one and only DK. They watched in horror as the large simian threw the unconscious bandit in his paws clean from the train, to tumble down to the snowy field.
"Kill it!" one of the bandits roared and as a group they charged the tie-wearing ape
DK beat his chest proudly, the bandits' charge only proving to fuel DK's desire for a fight. The first bandit to reach the daunting simian attacked by thrusting his spear forward, trying to impale the far larger creature, but DK easily avoided the attack, grabbing hold of the offending weapon and snapping off the head of it with a simple flick of his large hand. Another attacker lunged at DK, his blade slicing through the air, but DK's amazing reach stopped him cold. The earlier bandit, now relieved of his weapon, tried to land a punch on the Kong, but DK intercepted him yet again, grabbing hold. Now with two struggling bandits in hand DK did the only thing that seemed reasonable at the moment. He used them as clubs.
"Look out!" one cried, just as he took a hit to the head from his ally turned bludgeoning tool
WHAM!
Enemies scattered, trying to get away from the long reach of DK, though there were some unfortunate enough to be clobbered before they had a chance to flee. After about five good whacks against his opponents, DK's living clubs were out of it, moaning and groaning as they slipped into the sweet release of unconsciousness. Feeling slight pity for the beaten bandits DK decided to end his human clubbing, and tossed the two off the train.
"Hey you bear!" someone barked, gaining the bandits as well as DK's attention
"Huh?"
DK turned to meet the one who yelled at him and came face-to-face with a green parka-wearing man. DK gave the man an odd look and the man was quick to respond to this.
"What, why ya giving me that look?" the guy demanded
"DK no bear." DK replied, "DK is Kong." he told him, "Who you?" he asked
"Heh..." the guy chuckled, swinging his large club over his head for dramatic effect, "You can call me Malamute and I'm gonna beat you down and take that fur of yours as my prize." he said, pointing his club as DK
DK's eyes furrowed at that. The guy may have been pretty impressed to be able to easily swing that large club around, but nobody was gonna make a throw rug out of this Kong.
Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!
DK's roar was loud and proud, his more feral nature making a show. Pusa looked undaunted by the show of fierceness and stood firm against the might that was DK. With a mighty kick of his legs DK leapt forward, pulling back his fist and clenching his knuckles to unleash a might punch toward his much smaller adversary.
It seemed in the excitement of battle the Smashers had become separated, moving through the large train, fighting a fierce battle with the bandits. Though they weren't much of a threat alone, there were quite a few of them to contend with and with the captive passengers, hiding behind anything they could, the Smashers had to be cautious.
"Graaaah!" cried one of the bandits as a sword tore through his guard, knocking him to the ground
Though he escaped with his life it didn't look as if he'd be getting up anytime soon and with another enemy defeated Marth continued his progression down the dining car, one of the largest cars of the train as of yet.
"I was sure Kirby would be here." he thought, though his thoughts were cut short as two more bandits attacked
Three blows were exchanged with the first bandit before Marth broke the man's weapon with a powerful slash, toppling him under the power of the blow. The second came at Marth's side, hoping to hit him in his blind spot, but Marth was too quick, twirling around so that the flat part of his blade struck the top of the man's hand, causing him to drop his weapon. Marth's hand came swiftly afterward, connecting with the side of the man's face and dropping him quickly.
"Come." Marth said, raising his sword to head-level, pointing at three other bandits spread about the dining car
The three shivered in place, not wanting to engage the far more skilled swordsman in battle. Luckily for them they didn't have to.
"You're a bunch of sorry cowards." Said a voice, "Scared off by just one man."
"Mackenzie." One said, "He's stronger than any of us and…" the bandit tried to explain
"Shut up." Mackenzie said, letting the hook of his grappling hook fall to the floor, "You're all pathetic." He said, "Now get out of my sight before I kill you along with him."
The bandits jumped to their feet and took off, quickly vacating the dining car. Marth glanced at this new bandit's tool, the wicked looking claw at the forefront of his thoughts.
"That isn't designed just for grappling." Marth thought, "That was intended to rip someone apart. Even a passing glance from that weapon would be foolhardy. I must keep on my toes." He thought
With a flick of his hand, Mackenzie popped his weapon in the air and began to rotate his wrist, which in turn rotated the grappling hook while his other hand held on firmly to the yards of rope that made up the rest of the hook. In seconds the hook became nothing but a blur, even to Marth's sharp eyes and even though this was his enemy Marth couldn't help but feel a little astound at the man's ability. However, that feeling of astonishment turned to horror as Mackenzie glanced about the dining car. Though relatively hidden behind an assortment of overturned tables and such, the patrons of the car were still in harms way and with a weapon such as Mackenzie's spinning around madly it was almost certain that the fight would be brought to them and the bandit would make sure of that.
"So, you're gonna try and stop us and protect these passengers, eh?" the man asked, chuckling slightly
"I warn you now, dare bring one of these innocents into this battle and you will experience the full wrath of my blade." He said, his eyes almost glowing with anger
"Well, well. Big talk for a guy who wears jewelry." Mackenzie mocked, referring to Marth's tiara
Marth's eye twitched. If there was one thing that could push the calm prince over the edge it was when someone made a rude comment about his tiara and what it might impose. So, he wanted to wear a tiara, was that a crime? If someone just had to make fun of the gender implications it would oppose that it was there own ignorant fault and the prince hated ignorant people.
"I see. But maybe the one who should be talking is me." He said, "I mean, wielding such a weapon. Are you scared to face someone of skill in close combat? Afraid I'll 'dirty you up'?" he asked
Mackenzie grunted at the jab, trying to play it off, but Marth caught his anger and smirked. That smirk sent the bandit off and he growled at Marth before launching the hook at full force toward him. Though is anger had blinded him a little, throwing the hook off somewhat, the hook was still too dangerous a weapon to simply dodge sparingly so Marth jumped to the side to avoid the blow, taking refuge behind an overturned table. Seeing as his attack missed Mackenzie pulled back on the rope and the grappling hook snapped back toward him with amazing speed.
"He's quite adept with that hook, more so than I thought." Marth commented, "This fight is getting rather interesting." He said, despite himself
Though he cherished the well being of the passengers in the train above his own, the blue-haired prince was not immune to his pride and the stir of excitement a fight could give.
"Hiding and dodging will only do so much because of the way that hook is shaped. If I'm going to defeat him I must get in close." He told himself, peering off the edge of the table
The moment he did he had to pull his head back quickly to avoid having it be taken off by the hook, which smashed part of the table he was hiding behind.
"Okay then…let's get this started." Marth thought before dashing out from behind the table
Mackenzie was grinning madly as Marth approached, his hook mimicking him with its insane spinning. He was going to have fun tearing this sissy man apart.
Zelda found herself staring into the eyes of an odd man. It wasn't his choice of clothing that was odd, even though he was in a bright yellow parka. Nor was it his choice of weaponry, even if it was a large two-handed ice pick. No, it was the man's behavior that was odd. He was calm, too calm, even for Zelda's standards. His expression was deadpan, almost as if he was dead to the world. The only way she could tell he was actually conscious was the slight movement of his eyes as he gauged both Zelda and Ness.
"So you are the trouble-makers that are causing the commotion."
It was more of a statement that a question.
"Hey, you're the troublemakers!" barked Ness
"Who says?" asked a seemingly younger girl (though older than Ness), her ice hammer laid effortlessly across her shoulders
The way she held her weapon was reminiscent of a certain Smasher that was currently riding atop the train.
"Hmm? You sorta remind me of Nana." Ness replied offhandedly, "The hammer and all."
Subsequently this new bit of info brought about a startled reaction from both bandits.
"You know the heir?" the woman asked
"Heir…oh yeah, Nana's the heir." Ness said, feeling slightly foolish that that particular thought slipped his mind, "Yeah, we're friends, hang out with her all the time." He said, "As a matter of fact she's…"
"Ness." Zelda said, in a dark, scolding manner
Ness quickly shut his trap and looked up at the older psychic. He vaguely wondered what she could be thinking, but dared not to ask, given the look she had in her eye.
"If they know the heirs then most likely they are accompanying them for some reason." The banding in yellow commented, "That would be the only reason that these foreigners would be here at this time." He deduced, "Am I correct?"
Zelda's eyes widened, though only slightly, but just enough to give the bandit all the answer he needed.
"I see. Though I cannot say for sure if this will make our job any easier." He admitted
"Whatever." The orange girl replied, "Let's just take these two out and then search for the heirs."
"Ness." Zelda called, gaining the young boy's attention, "Whatever is going on it involves Nana, we cannot let these bandits corner her under any circumstances." She said
"Gotcha." He replied, "But what's so important that they need Nana?" he asked
"I couldn't tell you, but as of right now it doesn't matter." She said, disappearing from sight
"Huh?" muttered the orange girl, "Where'd she go?"
"Above!" yelled the yellow man, breaking from his deadpan demeanor for the moment
His ally wouldn't react quickly enough to the impending danger so he pushed her aside just enough to avoid being pummeled by the ever evasive warrior that took Zelda's place.
"Who are you!?" barked the female, raising her ice hammer high in the air, ready to engage in battle, "And where'd the other one go!?"
"I do not believe now is the time to worry about that." The male bandit said
"It'd be wise to listen to your friend." The red-eyed warrior advised, "A fight with a Sheikah is not a fight you should be distracted in."
"Ugh…" groaned a bandit as he met his defeat at the hands of a little girl
"This…isn't good." The young girl said, staring about the devastation she had created
The moaning and groaning of multiple bandits could be heard all around the little girl, their lives spared only because the young girl didn't believe in excessive fighting.
"Agh! Let go!" she heard someone bark
Without hesitation she took off toward the source of the yell, and before long she noticed a large man holding a dog by the scruff of its neck, who Nana presumed was the engineer, given his clothes.
"Look, I just asked ya ta stop da train but ya won't listen so now I got ta throw you off." The large man said, a wicked grin on his face
"Oh…you are insufferable!" the dog barked (pun intended) "This despicable attack will come around to bite you on the butt (pun intended as well)."
"I don't believe in all that karma crap." The man said, "Now off ya go."
"Put him down…on the train, not off it." Nana ordered
She had seen enough television to know that when an evil villain held someone over somewhere high and the hero yelled 'put them down' the villain always threw them off, believing they were ever so funny.
"Hmm?" the man muttered before turning to the small voice, "What are ya doin' here kid?" he asked, "Look, grown folks are talkin' here so why don't you mind ya own business and go play with ya dolls or whatnot?" he told her
"Put him on the train, now." She ordered again, her voice leaving no room for error
"Heh." The man chuckled, "Ya got spunk kid, but ya outta ya league." He said, before releasing his grip on the engineer
The engineer fell, but only for a second, for a pillar of ice shot from the side of the train and stopped his descent.
"Huh?" the large man gasped, turning back to Nana
Her hand was held out and the remnants of coldness were wafting from the extended palm. It had happened so quickly that the bandit had almost not seen the blast of ice release from the young girl's hand and hit the side of the train.
"Are you okay?" she asked the dog
"Ruff! Yes ma'am, thank ye for the timely assist." He said, as he scrambled back into the locomotive, "Please ma'am, be careful against that brute if you plan on fighting, but giving him what for, for this old dog!" he called out
"No problem." She said, smiling back to the dog
"Woof!" he barked happily before disappearing back inside the locomotive to gain back control of the train
"Only a few people can use that power. Ya from Hiehie Village, aren't cha?" he asked
"Yeah."
"Well then, ya wouldn't happen to be…one of the heirs, would ya?" he asked, his grin growing wild
Nana raised her mallet to the man, a look of determination now plastered across it as she told him just who she was.
"I am Nana Aisu Kuraimā, of Hiehie Village, heir to the 'Treasure of the Weather Casters." She told the man, "And I'm gonna crush you!"
Hope you like.
Note: Interesting piece of info. The part of the train that actually pulls the rest of the train along the tracks is called the 'locomotive' even though the train as a whole is referred to as a locomotive. Motive...motion...get it.
Note: Shadow Kirby is from one of Kirby's Games, Kirby and the Amazing Mirror. I will try to flesh out his character more in later chapters but as of right now I'm just introducing him and using him as an excuse for a big battle.
Note: Aisu Kuraimā means Ice Climber.
Note: The names of the villains are named after sled dogs