Sword Kirby couldn’t
imagine what was next. All he could see was Meta Knight was
closing in. His sword was being drawn. Ready. Sword Kirby
drew his sword. Swiped. Too late.
Sword Kirby had been hit. He could taste blood as he hi the
ground. He tried to get up, but his fate was sealed, he couldn’t
get away.
Meta Knight took the final swipe, but Sword Kirby managed
his strength and drove his sword upward into Meta Knight’s
chest, spearing him like a shish kabob.
Blood poured onto the ground. Meta Knight was dead. Sword
Kirby knew it. But little did he know that it was just beginning.
