Exam results back, and the lowest thing I got for anything was a B+. Proof that procrastinating, clinical insomnia, and panicked insecurity will pull you through a difficult situation, kids!
Twenty chapters and I've got no flames. Proof that making crap up as I go along without worrying about sense or continuity or good writing works.
Near enough seventeen years, and I'm still not dead. Proof that – wait, what am I trying to prove?
Okay, just read the chapter while I ponder some stuff about proving.
Rebuilding
Chapter 21: The One With The Fight Scene
Falco and Ganondorf sat, still tied to the Absolutely Safe Capsule, watching the bomb from behind. The timer was unseen to both of them, and they had both heard a loud commotion outside down on New Pork City's square. Falco was dozing off slowly, but Ganondorf was thinking to himself as hard as he could, until –
"I've got it!" gasped Ganondorf. "Falco, there's something I can do to help us escape!"
Falco woke up abruptly, and looked at his evil accomplice.
"But it might traumatise you, sorry," admitted Ganondorf meekly. "It's a back home kind of trick,"
"Kind of like how Fox and I are the only ones who can do barrel rolls?" asked Falco.
Ganondorf shook his head.
"No, mine is better than that," retorted Ganondorf. "Look, I have the Triforce of Power. That means I can just break through the ropes by focusing real hard! Watch!"
Ganondorf focused all of his dark energy into the ropes binding his hands. The Triforce of Power glowed bright red, and cut through Ganondorf's ropes with ease. Two small charred pieces of discarded rope fell uselessly on the floor, and Ganondorf reared back his head and laughed triumphantly.
"That's great!" grinned Falco. "Now you do me!"
Ganondorf lifted a smoking red finger, and burned off Falco's ropes.
Immediately, Falco ran over and slapped Ganondorf.
"You could have done that all this time?!" raged Falco uncharacteristically.
"Never mind that right now, we need to see out this window!" said Ganondorf, beckoning Falco over. Together, they looked down and saw a small group of old Super Smash Brothers.
"Right, let's go warn them about the bomb," said Falco, still angry at Ganondorf.
"Just stop being so angry!" fumed Ganondorf.
"No!" shot back Falco. "We deserved a cooler escape than that! We didn't even shoot anyone!"
"You're the one with a blaster," pointed out Ganondorf.
"Fine, I'll shoot someone!" yelled Falco, drawing his blaster and pointing it at Ganondorf. He pulled the trigger, but Ganondorf ducked and the shot hit the capsule the two had previously been tied to.
"Damn!" cursed Falco. "Okay, let's go,"
As Falco and Ganondorf left, a pair of eyes upon the supposedly dead inhabitant of the capsule lit up.
Snake backed into the corner of his cardboard box, glaring into the eyes of his old hero, and his sworn enemy. Captain Douglas Jay Falcon.
"Ditched the afro," grunted Snake dispassionately, looking at Falcon's head.
"Ditched the 'gull cut," replied Falcon coolly, looking at Snake's.
How dare he talk to me in that casual tone, Snake thought angrily. Doesn't he know I'm about to destroy him?
"I see you've got a Nikita launcher," noticed Falcon casually, pointing a finger at Snake's weapon. "A fine weapon, very fine,"
"Yeah, so?" grunted Snake, spitting at Falcon's feet.
"I just recognise it from somewhere, that's all," replied Falcon. "From Port Town, where you used it to attack two of my friends,"
"The SSB will be decimated," spat Snake again, coldly. "Don't act like everything's fine, Marth's out there bleeding himself to death. Your little trip went bad, Falcon,"
"Actually, Ness and Jigglypuff took him to hospital," smirked Falcon. "And I don't hear voices, so Luigi and Mr. Game and Watch must have tagged along in the end. No-one left here but you and me,"
"That's what you think, huh?" said Snake, stifling a sardonic laugh. "Ain't no hospitals here, Falcon. This town belongs to the Subspace army."
"Oh well, Ness can heal him with his powers," said Falcon, sounding completely uninterested. "Now tell me, where are the other Brothers? Where's the rest of your so-called army?"
"Oh, I'll get help eventually," smirked Snake. "Quicker than you think, anyway,"
"Is that right?" asked Falcon.
"You bet it is," snarled Snake, throwing the box off of them and standing up.
"You trying to start something?" asked Falcon threateningly.
"Maybe I am," replied Snake.
"Falcon!" called a voice.
Captain Falcon and Snake both whipped around to look for the source of the voice.
Luigi, Jigglypuff, Ness, Mr. Game and Watch, and a rejuvenated Marth were running towards the two men to help.
"Get back!" called Falcon. "Ness, Marth, I made a promise to you that I'd finish Snake!"
As if on cue, a group of Primids gathered around the five Smashers, armed with lasers and shields.
"Ha, they're not going anywhere!" laughed Snake derisively. "I've waited fifteen years, Falcon! Face me already!"
Falcon gasped at the Primids, hoping they wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Let's play to our strengths, shall we?" asked Snake coldly. Snake pulled out a handgun, and shot the bulb from the only lamppost still in power. New Pork City was plunged into eerie darkness. "There, I work better under cover of darkness!"
Captain Falcon could only grunt in fury, leering at Snake.
"I think I'll make this real nice," smiled Snake, pulling out a sharp knife and throwing it between his hands with perfect dexterity.
"You're insane!" blurted out Captain Falcon, taking a few steps backwards.
"Thinking of escaping?" raged Snake, without warning. "I think –" Snake threw the knife at high speed "-not!"
With his reflexes honed from countless F-Zero races, Falcon span around and avoided the thrown weapon.
"It's going to take more than-aaargh!" called Falcon, as he realized that the knife had just been a warning. Snake ran at Falcon with surprising speed for a man wearing so much gear, and performed a graceful leaping kick to the racer's chest. Falcon tumbled into an alley, winded, and barely had time to use a command button on his bounty hunter belt.
Captain Falcon looked up from the ground in despair, and saw Snake walk casually over to the beginning of the alleyway. A satisfied smirk made its way onto Snake's face, but then the sight of a blue blur lit up a smirk on Falcon's.
Falcon had successfully used remote control to summon the Blue Falcon.
"Thanks for the tech support, Samus," grinned Falcon quietly to himself. Falcon used Snake's momentary off-guard moment to his advantage, and hopped into the Blue Falcon.
"I'm playing to my strengths now, you chain-smoking bastard!" yelled Falcon out of the window.
As soon as Falcon finished yelling, he wished he hadn't started. Snake was running behind the Blue Falcon, ripping off extra ammo capsules as he ran. With every discarded piece of ammo, Snake became a little bit faster. Eventually, Snake performed another leap, but this time landed on top of the Blue Falcon's cockpit.
"Element of surprise, old friend," smirked Snake sadistically, his voice half-muffled from the window. Snake punched the cockpit's window, and pulled Falcon forcibly out from the driver's seat. Falcon's flailing leg managed to hit the Autopilot button, and Snake pinned him down to the roof of the Blue Falcon.
"Falcon..." choked Captain Falcon, one of Snake's hands pressed against his throat. "...PUNCH!"
A flaming fist knocked Snake off of Falcon, and Falcon used Snake's same pinning manoeuver to pin Snake to the roof.
"Don't think you'll win this easily!" roared Snake, kicking Falcon's stomach, flipping him over. Both men were standing now, panting heavily. Snake delivered another two punches, but Falcon blocked the third by lifting his arm out.
Seizing his chance, Snake rolled under Captain Falcon's outstretched arm and attacked the small of Falcon's back vigorously. Falcon tried to retort with another Falcon Punch, but the attack was too sluggish to work a second time, and Snake sidestepped the blow and replied with another quick punch combo.
"Merc combat training!" roared Snake tauntingly. Falcon grunted under his breath, and threw punch after punch at Snake.
With a look of cool indifference at Falcon, Snake dispassionately batted away the first punch with his left hand, the second with his right, but suddenly he caught the third punch by the fist. With the upper hand, Snake reared his fist back and punched Falcon's neck.
Lunging forward, Captain Falcon stretched out both arms in a grabbing motion while his eyes watered from pain, but Snake rolled to dodge him once again. However this time, Snake performed a rolling kick, hitting Falcon in the back of the knees. Falcon buckled over, now kneeling defenceless on the roof of his own moving car.
Snake grinned sadistically once more, and performed a rapid uppercut, knocking Falcon's head upwards, giving Snake the opportunity to lay into Falcon's torso and stomach with punches. The last of the punches had left Falcon with a black right eye and a broken nose, but still Snake carried on, ending only to grab Falcon's neck again.
"You...crazy...son of a..." spluttered Falcon, choking. He leapt up and prised Snake off of him, but Snake managed to ram his arm into the back of Falcon's head, sending him flying off of the Blue Falcon's roof...
...and back into its cockpit. Snake dived in the window's broken hole with such precision that no wound was left, and shoved Falcon roughly against the door.
The door gave way.
Captain Falcon fell backwards onto a broad street in New Pork City some distance away from where the fight had started, and Snake followed suit. Falcon used his head start to try to flee, but with limited success: one of his legs was broken.
With horror, Falcon glanced at the weapon Snake had procured: the only piece of gear he didn't remove.
The Nikita.
Falcon limped as fast as he could, but he had stumbled upon another dead end. Snake raised the Nikita to Falcon's head, hatred in his eyes.
Captain Falcon's race-honed reflexes proved useful once again as he ducked under the missile, but the explosion sent him to the ground. Falcon gingerly stood up just in time to avoid a second shot, and a third. Snake's eyes narrowed dangerously as Falcon limped away from a fourth shot, a fifth, and finally, Falcon edged past Snake's sixth shot and Snake himself to once again limp away.
Snake grunted in fury, and raised the Nikita again to fire another missile, but a hollow sound told him he was out of ammo. Snake swore loudly and threw the Nikita to the ground, but then grinned at what he saw.
Falcon limped to the main road, and whipped around to see Snake pick up a discarded handgun from the alley he had just left.
"Wait! Stop!" cried Falcon desperately. "Look, I'll give you a signed Falcon Punch! Whatever it'll take to stop this!"
Falcon raised his hand, and Snake shot his palm.
"Yo-you bastard!" gasped Falcon, clutching his palm, which was bleeding profusely.
Captain Falcon looked around at his friends, still surrounded by Primids. He could hear their screams...
"Falcon! No!"
He even saw two figures, one blue, the other an evil pallet of brown and black run out of a tall tower. Both of them too, were screaming.
"You're out here? Who's that over ther-Falcon!"
"Someone help him!"
Falcon struggled not to fall unconscious as he looked at Falco and Ganondorf get swarmed by Primids just like the others.
Falcon kneeled on the ground, getting woozy from the pain as Snake aimed the handgun directly between his now-closed eyes.
"Okay...you win..." said Captain Falcon resignedly. "Kill me, then. Looks like you'll thwart the SSB after all..."
The seven swarmed Smashers screamed as Snake pulled the trigger.
Well, I'm sure all of you have been waiting for a proper fight scene! The fight ended up being a lot longer than I originally planned, I just wanted to keep writing more of it, it was so fun!
Please review, whether it be to flame me, give opinions on the fight scene, ponder what will happen next, or anything really! All reviews are appreciated! Especially yours. No, not yours. Yours.