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So there we were… Surrounded by what seemed like an endless army of assassins.

(Just my luck… right?)

We seemed to be stuck on a tiny island in the middle of a black sea. They had swarmed us in every direction. Each one of them had their blades drawn, ready to strike. I couldn't even scratch the dummy! How would I get out of this?

"I'm going to die… I'm going to die… I'm going to di-"

"Silence," Marth said in a calm, collected voice," We will be victorious. Just don't say anything and follow my lead."

"O.K." I managed to squeak.

Marth removed his blade from its holder and dropped it to the ground with a solemn look on his face. "You outnumber us greatly," He began to announce;" We surrender to you."

This gesture seemed to surprise the enemy. Had the great and noble Marth actually given up?

The assassins then turned their eyes to me. I had forgotten to surrender my sword. Nearly throwing it, I let the blade fall to the ground with a thud. The sound echoed throughout the endless swarm.

A man, tall and dark, emerged from the crowd and approached Marth. A symbol that resembled a star upon his chest must have represented a greater authority among the group. The man began to speak.

"Well looke' here!" He said with a crooked smile," I guess the amazing Marth is just a little baby worm, giving up like this! I've seen rats with more backbone than this filth!"

The dark man continued his onslaught of insults and names. This guy was really cocky! He then started to give commands to his followers.

"Ulric! Rowan! Chain these two weaklings and prepare them for transport."

Two more men dispatched from the dark shadow, one fairly tall and muscular, the other one short and rather pudgy. There was no star on these guys' uniforms. Just black…

Lots and lots of Black.

The newly emerged lackeys carried two big, rusty shackles with them as they approached Marth and I. They started to chain Marth first… I guess they thought he was the bigger threat.

(Actually that was probably a smart idea.)

The main leader, still ignorant and grinning, approached Marth one last time. I guess he was trying to add insult to injury.

"I really expected better from you boy." He said with that horribly annoying southern drawl," It's no fun when you give up that easily! But I suppose every princess has her moments of weakness."

He now stood mere feet from Marth (whose hands were now shackled behind him), preparing for the BIGGEST Cliché that every super villain has to say at least once…

"Do you have any last words?"

Marth responded with a witty comeback that made me truly believe that he hadn't given up.

"Just three."

The fat and bulbous man let out a wicked loud laugh.

"And what would they be me boy!?"

Marth just stood there, motionless. Every single person in the massive black blob was waiting for his final words. But there he stood… undisturbed.

Instantly, Marth raised his leg and slammed it down on the hilt of his grounded sword, sending it flying into the air. The blade fell down behind him, slicing his restraints in two…

I finally had to admit it… HE. IS. A. BADASS!!!

Marth retrieved his sword and swiftly killed the two lackeys, still stunned by the spectacle, and turned his head to me.

"Are you going to fight? Or am I going to have all the fun?

He was right. I had forgotten all about my sword lying on the ground. I still didn't know how I was going to survive.

I sprinted over to Marth who gave me a bit of useless advice.

"Try not to die, O.K?"

Wow… really?

The assassins wasted no time in unsheathing their swords and rushing in for the kill. And why wouldn't they? 2 People versus… well… I'm not even sure how many there were!! The odds were against us.

They attacked Marth first, coming from every direction. He rallied their attacks with nice blocks and lunges. He could hold his own. It was me I was scared of.

Then my turn came. Hundreds of screaming attackers coming straight at me, swords in hand.

I was ready… well kinda.

The first swings came. I blocked them with ease. The clings and clangs of the swords smashing together rang through my ears. Stay focused. My life is on the line.

I lunged out and caught one in the chest. Down he fell. The weird thing was that I didn't feel sad about killing him. He was trying to hurt innocent people…

It just goes to show… Karma sucks dude!

Even though I killed one there were five or more to take his place… This was going to last forever!

I progressively worked my way back to Marth while preventing my own death. I wasn't doing so well. I had had way too many close calls! I couldn't block all of their swords!

Marth was working faster than I was. (I could tell he was because he had a little mountain of dead bodies all around him.) We were soon back to back, surrounded by an everlasting swarm of enemies.

"Mike. Where is your shield?"

"On my back! Why?"

"Are you kidding me? Do this!"

Marth reached back for his own shield and placed it front of his face. He crouched lower and ran into the crowd. His suicidal sprint knocked down everyone in his path!

A medieval Riot Shield!!!

I quickly copied his actions and followed his escape route. I could feel all of the bodies falling and hitting the ground with loud thuds. Running through the crowd was like taking a jog at night. But this was really loud… and deadly!

After what seemed like an eternity, I saw the sunlight marking the end of my race. I turned back around to see how badly they outnumbered us. There defiantly weren't as many as I thought, but they were still ruthless. Marth's body pile could be seen from here. Mine wasn't even visible.

"To be victorious, you must unlock your true potential." Marth explained to me," Once you unlock your true potential, there is nothing, nothing you can't accomplish. If you believe it, it will happen."

"Remember Mike, this kingdom needs you."

That's exactly what I needed to hear. This kingdom believes in me. I need to believe in me.

The attackers covered up the holes that Marth and I had made and began to charge towards us. Marth firmed up, preparing himself for the fight. I twirled the blade in my hand, staring into the red stained metal.

Believe… Believe… Believe… I wanted to be able to cut a tree in half with one swipe! I wanted to be a badass like Marth!

I wanted to be a hero. Here was my shot.

When they attacked… I was ready. My first slash took out two assassins. My blocks were also good. They frustrated the enemy. Making them angry, and prone to make mistakes. Marth was with me every step of the way. To back me up if things got out of control.

And they did. For him.

We had worked our way through the entire army, leaving few left still standing. I saw one man charging at him from behind.

"Marth! Watch your back!"

He turned his head just in time to see the attacked plunge the sword into his side. Marth let out an earsplitting cry of agony as his body hit the ground.

The attacker stood over him, preparing for the final kill. The man was their leader, the fatter man with the star. He held his sword in his hand, the blade facing down.

"My job was to stop you at all costs," the man wheezed, obviously injured," And I'm about to."

Marth raised his hand slowly, pleading for him not to strike.

"You never did tell me your last words… But I suppose it doesn't matter now."

There was no way I could run over there in time. He was going to die! And there was nothing I could do about it!!

Believe… Believe… I've got it. He said so himself…

Anything can happen.

I focused my eyes on the head of Marth's assailant. I took a deep breath…

And threw it.

Time seemed to slow down as the sword traveled through the air. You could hear the soft wind as the sword cut through the air with every flip. The man, unaware of my flying weapon, began to thrust down the blade into Marth…

"Hey fatty!" I shouted to the evil man," Heads up!"

He turned his head to look at me…

All he got to see was a blade piercing his head.

Down he fell like a huge tree. His blade fell to Marth's side, just missing his chest. I rushed over to his body to check his vital signs… He was still alive, for now.

I walked over to the starred villain's lifeless body. My blade had pierced his entire skull, going all the way through his head.

I pulled my dark red blade from his head.

I told you before…

Karma sucks dude.

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