The last thing Meta Knight could remember before that moment was sheathing his sword after killing Wolfrath. Again.
And now, here he was, standing outside a dome that was only small in comparison to those beyond it, with a gate framed by a pair of -gigantic- statues. Beyond it, he could clearly see buildings, and (very tall) people, and strange white creatures that resembled birds but somehow weren't.
When those birds began attacking people, Meta Knight frowned and made his way past the gate. These people were in danger, and they needed all the help they could get...
Taking to the air to bring the fight to his newfound foes, he considered the situation. He was vastly outnumbered in a strange land; even if he did have help, how was he to know they would not turn on him after the battle was won?
Much as he hated to admit it, Meta Knight wished he was home.
But now was not the time for such ruminations; now was the time to aid people in need.
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And now, here he was, standing outside a dome that was only small in comparison to those beyond it, with a gate framed by a pair of -gigantic- statues. Beyond it, he could clearly see buildings, and (very tall) people, and strange white creatures that resembled birds but somehow weren't.
When those birds began attacking people, Meta Knight frowned and made his way past the gate. These people were in danger, and they needed all the help they could get...
Taking to the air to bring the fight to his newfound foes, he considered the situation. He was vastly outnumbered in a strange land; even if he did have help, how was he to know they would not turn on him after the battle was won?
Much as he hated to admit it, Meta Knight wished he was home.
But now was not the time for such ruminations; now was the time to aid people in need.
Such was a knight's duty.