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The blond fighter's dodge was late, her shoulder dipping deep to avoid the arc of the fine blade held the the royal's fingers, but her footing was slipping quickly on the still damp ground. As he pulled back, so did she, vaulting on her hands twords the steep incline. The mossy, squishy ground caught her immediate attention in a way that it hadn't before. The muddy, softened texture of the earth meant that the ground had been wet not long ago. Meaning, it rained here at some point. Looking down at the slope she was on, it was clear that while wet, it would be as good as a well oiled slide, completely devoid of traction.

Sheik wasted no time speeding forward, volleying kick after kick twords the prince. He was very fast for his size, especially for a guy, but she was still faster when it came down to it. That being, one good cleave from that sword and it wouldn't matter how fast she could go. With a quick glance, it was clear that she saw the large creature long before Marth seemed to notice it, and while she didn't want to go near it, she was willing to push her luck just a little. Following the blue haired prince, she pushed him back onto the bridge, trying to corner him on it.

Her efforts were a bit wasted as his boots lost their grip on the vine bridge, and he tumbled backwards, right toward the alien creature. She jumped a little, breath catching slightly as his finger tips latched onto the edge of the cliff. From somewhere that seemed far away Zelda was yelling at her, advising her to get ready to attack or grab him. Something to retaliate. Still, the world seemed to move in an akward slow motion as the blue haired man got back on his feet. Before another blow could be aimed between them, the rain started and broke Sheik from her trance, making her jump back to the other side of the bridge, before the gap leading to the slope. Just as she suspected, it was a slick river now.

Young ₤_ø_v_ε will become deep ą_ғ_ғ_ε_¢_†_ĭ_ø_η.
The ¢_₤_ε_ą_я water's surface я_ε_ғ_₤_ε_¢_†_š growth.______
Now listen to the Ş_ε_я_ε_η_ą_∂_ε of water to reflect upon ў_ø_ů_я_š_ε_₤_ғ.____________

The first think that the stern blond noticed about Marth was his accent. It was clear English, spoke fluently and correctly, but the tone was distinctly Asian of origin and sounded...mesmerizing, somehow. Not allowing herself to get too distracted, she looked him over subtly and added another trait to go along with his accent. A startlingly clear set of blue eyes set in an almost femininely delicate way, but still handsome in a puzzling sort of way...

Sheik caught her own thoughts and blinked a little, shocked. What had she just been thinking about? How handsome her opponent was? That was some seriously ******** up orange she'd eaten. She was back to her normal, in the zone train of thought when Marth answered and questioned, and she allowed a nod. That was all that she had time for before the Master Hand appeared before them. As always, he would start the match, and as always, it was freaking creepy. Wasn't there something to be said about a tournament host that was, quite frankly, a disembodied hand?

Abandoning her thoughts of Marth, her clearly drugged breakfast, and floating white gloves, she was off like a bolt of lightening at the go. She hesitated for only a second, seeing if he would attack, and when he didn't she went right in for the first hit. He was parring beautifully, but she skipped right over him and jumped, landing on the floating leaves above him. She had scoped this and a couple other arenas out before she had crashed yesterday evening, and she knew that the leaves would easily hold her weight. She was without a doubt lighter than him, and she'd have the advantage jumping around amongst the trees.

Before she could do anything else, a sharp voice cut into her thoughts, Zelda's keening, stressed tone more than a little distracting to Sheik. "Don't forget I'm in here. If I'm fast enough, getting in close and blasting him away wouldn't be too hard...You should try-" Sheik's growling reply cut her off, harshly but lacking malice. "Now is not the best time, Zel." Sheik tensed her muscles, ready to jump as soon as Marth committed to coming towards her.

Young ₤_ø_v_ε will become deep ą_ғ_ғ_ε_¢_†_ĭ_ø_η.
The ¢_₤_ε_ą_я water's surface я_ε_ғ_₤_ε_¢_†_š growth.______
Now listen to the Ş_ε_я_ε_η_ą_∂_ε of water to reflect upon ў_ø_ů_я_š_ε_₤_ғ.____________