Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180408011649/@comment-26120744-20180408170846

As the Halberd touched down, Meta Knight walked out, his robes wrapped around himself like usual as he stalked toward the castle courtyard.

The castle of the Star Warriors was larger and more fortress-like than Dedede’s, using more stark and grey stone.

Three Star Warriors, Arthur leading them, waited for Meta Knight.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen.” Meta Knight said. “Now that we’ve got the pleasantries out of the way, please leave my castle.”

“Your castle?” Arthur asked.

“Yes. Or at least, it will be.”

“What do you want, Mordred?” One of the Star Warriors asked.

“What is rightfully mine: First Star’s throne!”

“First Star is under my leadership, and I will protect it, even from you.” Arthur snarled.

Mordred, for the first time in a while, laughed. “I’m so glad you feel that way! Otherwise I would have brought that here for nothing.”

There was a box being carted in on wheels.

“What’s in the box, Mordred?” Arthur snarled.

“You want to see?” Meta Knight smiles. “It’s a gift! Oh well, it’s your parting gift. In that it will part you. Part of you here, part of you there, and part of you waaay over there, STAINING THE WALL!”

“You fool!” One of the Warriors snarled, and battle began.

Treating swordplay like a dance, Mordred held his own against his father and two associates. Three on one, and Mordred was winning.

He had trained his whole life for this moment, he told himself.