A/N: Forgive the delay, I came down with a nasty virus a few days ago. Enjoy the next chapter!
Dr. Mario
Chrom: I didn't know Mario practiced healing as well. He's a lot more talented than I realized.
Robin: I hear his methods aren't that advanced, however. His supposed cure-all for disease is matching up two pills of the same color.
Lissa: I guess they'll make just about anyone a healer these days. It's a mockery to my profession, I tell you!
Frederick: Regardless of his skills as a medic, you'll find that Dr. Mario is much slower than his normal form, but this sacrifice of speed comes with increased power.
Lucina: It seems he doesn't have that strange contraption on his back anymore either.
Robin: F.L.U.D.D? Yes, we won't have to worry about any torrents of water pushing us off the stage, but his Dr. Tornado attack is just as menacing a threat, if not more. Stay alert.
Dark Pit
Lissa: Wow, Pit looks like he's having a bad day. Do you think maybe we were too hard on him earlier?
Dark Pit: What? Are you mistaking me for that brainless yes-man? You might want to get your eyes checked, Goldilocks. I hate to break it to you, but you're talking to his superior double right now.
Lissa: Goldilocks?!
Robin: If you acknowledge you're just his double, why does it surprise you someone would mistake you for Pit…
Frederick: The degenerate you see before you is Dark Pit, an incomplete clone of Pit born from the Mirror of Truth after a scheme concocted by the Goddess of Calamity Pandora was thwarted. Since his conception he's been nothing more than an insignificant nuisance to those around him, like a mosquito.
Dark Pit: Hmph, that's pretty big talk coming from the lapdog of a pathetic Exalt.
Frederick: I can take whatever shallow words spew from your mouth, but don't you dare insult my Lord!
Dark Pit: What are you gonna do about it, Tin Man? Are you going to fight me, or are you just gonna let your little friends over here fight your battles for you?
Lissa: What's with you and all the fairy tale references?!
Frederick: I wouldn't sully my lance dealing with filth like you!
Chrom: There's no need to get so heated for my sake, Frederick. This dastard won't be running his mouth after Robin and Lucina cut him to ribbons.
Robin: Alright, Lucina, as Frederick said, Dark Pit is merely a clone of Pit, so his moves are very similar to the original. However, his arrows are more powerful than Pit's, but slower and harder to control. His Electroshock Arm will also launch us horizontally instead of vertically if it hits us. Other than that, it'll be familiar territory.
Lucina: Electroshock Arm should be as easy to counter as Upperdash Arm. Let's clip this angel's wings for daring to insult Father and our comrades!
Dark Pit: Do you really think I'll lose to some pathetic humans? I'll have you begging for mercy!
Lucina
Lucina: Ah, another clone!
Robin: Indeed. Just like Dr. Mario and Dark Pit, you are a clone of another character in the Smash roster, Lucina.
Lucina: Th-that's not what I meant…
Chrom: It is true that both Lucina and I owe our fighting style to our ancestor Marth, although we differ in the fact that we distribute our power equally through our blade instead of the tip. We might not pack as much power, but proper balance has its advantages.
Robin: Indeed. Just like Marth, I'll have to be wary of her counters and her quick swordplay. I should keep my distance and sling my spells at her from afar. Her counter won't be able to completely block spells such as Arcfire and Thoron. Grabs will also be an effective way of countering that counter.
Lucina: My, it's almost a bit…worrisome how well you know how to counteract me.
Robin: Naturally. As the Shepherd's tactician, I should know the skills of all our soldiers before deciding our course of action. I've seen everyone in combat enough times to know all their strengths and weakness.
Lissa: When you put it like that it sounds like you could crush us in a moment's notice if you wanted to…
Frederick: If Robin were to ever turn his/her back on us, I'd skewer him/her before he/she even got the chance to lay a hand on you, milady. There is no need to fret.
Robin: Thank you, Frederick the Wary…