Bypass Test: Fonce vs. Wario

A calm day for a prisoner of battle? Wario thought he'd gotten that when he didn't receive an opponent from the group dragged to the town with him. Of course, he enjoyed a fight, but nobody told him when or where! Soon he would be back home, he was sure.

“So he thinks,” Fonce said as she made these observations.

He heard nothing more than the loud clang of a sword against the ground and turned to face her, confused. The sword was pitch black. A broadsword almost as big as the elite herself. Before he could ask, she charged. “Alright. Let's see if you're even worth the first swing.” There was no battle cry. Simply an apathetic swing of the arm. The arm lengthened, sending the sword hurdling at Wario.

He dodged, sidestepping rather quickly.

Okay, so he wasn't completely incapa.... What was he doing?

Fonce stared at the opponent, who had stuck out his tongue at her and patted his rear tauntingly.

She held in a twitch. Forget the test. He was going home as soon as possible if he was that lucky. Refusing to hold back any longer, she fired her sword out at full speed, spinning it as it flung forward on the extended arm. He dodged again, this time jumping. Quite high. Onto the awning of a building behind him. She fired again.

He jumped onto her arm. She recoiled. It hurt more than the average jump, a normal trait for his universe.

...Where was he?

“Ha ha!”

She looked back and spotted him on her arm, clinging onto it with all fours. She flinched. “Get off!” She waves the long arm as high as possible, then slammed it back towards the ground as if to whip somebody. He continued to hang on, grinning mischievously at her. She continued to fling him. He was getting dizzy, but still hanging on quite well, laughing the entire time at her.

What a incredible pest.

She swung again, and this time flung Wario with her arm into the same building he had jumped on before. Some of the building crumbled, but he was gone when the dust cleared.

A sound came from another building. Behind her. Not a very stealthy fellow.

“Enough.”

She turned, swinging at the opponent with the side of the sword when he was about to jump on her again. He shot sideways.

Finally, he was out. She stared at him with apathy, as part, but also with a slight fascination at underestimating him. Maybe she'd done that for all of them?

...No.

She left him there and headed back towards the base tower. She'd deal with him later.