Human: Ch.3

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The dark corners of Frigate Orpheon rebounded the siren that began to blare just moments ago. Pit took to the air, preparing himself as the battlefield flipped 180 degrees again. The barrier may of nullified most of the pain he would normally feel from being pummeled and thrown around, but it did nothing for the nausea that the flipping stage and Wario's gases wrought on him. The mustachioed man in question jumped to meet Pit in mid fall and with a swing of his hefty arm sent the winged warrior crashing to the ground.

Pit swiftly got back on his feet and readied himself for any onslaught his opponent may have had planned. When no attack came he instinctively turned around and shot an arrow, nearly missing his foe as he waddled away. He briefly questioned Wario's motives for running until he saw the bright red tomato at the end of the ramp. He shot a few arrows hoping that they would detour the hefty man in some way. His efforts were in vain as he watched Wario undo almost all the damage the plucky angel inflicted this match.

The two met in the middle of the runways again. Gold blades and gloved fists shot and swiped at one another. Pit cursed at himself under his breath for allowing Wario to heal himself and gain the upper hand. Much to the angel's amazement his heavy opponent dodge a few consecutive swipes which allowed him to garb and toss Pit to the side.

Getting up was much more of a chore for the angel his time around. Before Wario could follow up on his attack both fighters were distracted by a sudden power shift in the battlefield. Blue eyes franticly scanned the dark reaches of the battlefield for the multicolored ball that may serve as his saving grace.
It was obvious that his opponent had the same idea in mind as he ran towards Pit with the most speed he could muster. Pit reaction speed was still much quicker. Turning around he sent the heftier man flying with a quick smash from his bow, giving him a few more precious moments to find the smash ball. Wario was on his feet again by the time the Angel's eyes caught glimpse of the glowing orb of energy in the distance. Silently pleading his already tired wings not to fail him he set off to capture the ball of energy.

The sound of footsteps on the metal grate below him added to Pit's already heavy pile of worries. Each labored flap of his wings gave him less lift into the air, and at this rate the fleeting smash ball would stay out of his reach and he would fall into the waiting fists of the man below him. As he felt the remaining strength in his feathered limbs give out his free hand shot into his robes. A confused Wario looked on as the angel pulled out a feathered charm linked to his robe on a gold chain. Confusion quickly changed to awe as he watched Pit's own wings glow and become more majestic. He had heard rumors that the angelic fighter had a few tricks up his sleeves but he didn't figure it'd be something like this. What money he could made if he could get steal that trinket! He was torn from his greedy daydream as the sound of the smash ball breaking echoed through the battlefield.

Pit looked over himself in amazement as his nimble body was flooded the the ball's energy. He asked Marth about the items use the first day he arrived at the smash compound.

"First you have to break the smash ball in order to harness its power. Then all you just have to focus on how you want to use the energy. It can be something big like an attack or something simple like summoning something or someone from far away. Just be careful what you choose to do with it. If you try to do something too spectacular you'll waste a lot of your own strength in the process."

Pit knew what he wanted, some back up. Focusing his new energy, the image of several other angels were brought to mind. A flash of light blinded the earth bound fighter. His vision returned to him and the scene that he now faced was enough to leave his jaw hanging. Handling one pesky angel was annoying enough, now there were six floating in the air above him.

The new angels curiously looked over their new surroundings before their captain's voice snagged their attention.

"Attention men!" Pit shouted. It didn't take long before they were all quietly awaiting his orders. "Our target is that man below us, I need you to keep him busy for me for a little while. Understood?"

Wario turned on his heel and attempted to escape in a panicked frenzy. It wasn't long before a tall, muscular angel brought Wario face to face with the metal walk way with a swing of a war hammer. Any attempt to get back on his feet was foiled as he was assaulted by spears, swords and various other weapons the angels were armed with.

Pit was much higher up in the air by now. The Wings of Pegasus and the small boost of energy the smash ball gave him was wearing out fast. He wasn't going to have as much time as he wanted either he noted, as he watched his soldiers disappear after delivering only one strike. As Valora, the final soldier, started her attack Pit shifted his weight. After separated his blades he began his dive on towards the fallen Wario.

The spear stung him with a force that would of easily killed him if this fight took place anywhere outside of the smash barrier. With a tired groan he got to his feet just in time to watch the the last blur of white approach him at a speed that outclassed the previous angels. His stout body was much to tired to react quickly enough as Pit dived in attacked with an X-slash. The world around him seemed to spin even more as he rocketed through the air and into the barely visible barrier.

Pit sunk to his knees. His body ached and longed for a chance to rest. He already knew that it wasn't going to happen, he was needed in Angel Land.

It seemed futile to try to get use to this his current situation. The more time he rack his brain over it the more questions he uncovered. How long had he been like this anyways? Was time still moving with him or had it left him behind?

He didn't even know anything about himself. He believed he was a boy, but with no body it was difficult to confirm. Had he always been here or had he come from somewhere else?

Drifting among the swirling energies the time eventually came where change came upon the soul once again. A glorious light effortlessly weaved in and out of the waves of energy and quickly seeped into him. A burning sensation spread through out his being, it was the first thing he could remember feeling in some time. Before he could muse over the feeling any longer it seemed to morph into the very definition of pain. From his center nerves and muscles reached and branched out. Bright blue eyes formed from seemingly nothing. He immediately stared in horror at the bloody mess below him as it slowly and painfully grew into a body. He thought of how much he wanted to scream in agony as skin, hair and nails began to seep through his newly acquired flesh.

He was taken by surprise when he suddenly felt gravity bring him back to solid ground. He expected to feel the clash of cold marble against his naked form as he stumbled forward. Before he fell completely something caught him, something warm and soft. Glancing upwards he was greeted by the gentle eyes of a stunning green haired woman. His pain quickly started to fade as her beauty intoxicated him. He quickly forgot the mystifying situation he was in moments ago and seemed to pay no heed to the fact that his head was half buried in her bust. She draped a cloth over him as pure and white as fresh snow.
"Oh dear," The concern that laced her words couldn't hide the fact that her voice matched her looks. "it looks like were not finished."

His awestruck expression turned into one of confusion and worry and she stood him up.

" This is going to hurt quite a bit so squeeze me as tight as you need to."

Before he could find his voice to respond the light and pain from before swept over him again. He could feel bones extending and threatening to rip through his back. His face returned to her warm bosom as he let out a horrible scream. The goddess did her best to console the unfortunate soul she held in her arms as he finished his transformation.

His grip around her waist never faltered, even as his legs gave way and he sank to the floor. The screams eventually stopped and the woman who now rested on her knees before him gazed down on her handy work.

This poor wayward soul that caught her attention with his sad tale was now an angel.

"Pit wake up!" Valora's order cut through his dream world and brought him back to reality. Pit was greeted with the image of the, normally cheerful, fiery headed angel scowling at him.

"Captain of the guard asleep on the job." She muttered to herself disappointingly while returning to her post on the other side of Palutena's bedchamber..

The tired warrior did his best to perk up, not having enough energy to question why he was dreaming about his rebirth or notice the unnatural shadow that quickly slithered away from him.

A/N: A shorter chapter but its the best I could do with the recent chaos around my house lately. I also thought I should post something before I completely forgot about this fic. Not much to explain here, I just changed Pit's Final Smash to suit the story better. Also despite being a Goddess Palutena sleeps, I believe the story of the second Kid Icarus game mentions her having a nightmare so I had them guard her bed. The next chapter will finally have some more Pit/Samus interaction so I hope you'll stick around. R&R please!