Chuckles

OOC: Yeah, that works.

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As Captain Falcon was now totally surrounded in a aura of pink. As these pieces seemed to glow like the stars around him in the black presence of space, it made them seem almost harmless. Yet the ever enclosing circle of shards seemed to elude the pink hues it let off. The Falcon knew already that there was no way in the heavens, he could escape the grasp of the attack without any sign of damage, but even still, the Falcon had to move now. He watched the nearest piece circle him as it's reflection glistened off his visor. Instantly the Falcon leaped up for his last chance of hope and began to spin like a cyclone himself. His spin was opposite the fragmented sword. Suddenly he stuck his foot out in the middle of his chaotic spin, causing it to began its revenge of flames the Captain was famous for. The foot knocked away many of the shards of metal, protected by the flames and his yellow boot. However, a intense shooting pain dove through his suit and into Captain Falcon's back feeling like millions of bee stings in the same place over and over again. He could feel the blood trickle down his spine and now he knew, this fight was suddenly serious.

Falcon looked at the captain with the same smile he had given earlier, however; this smile seemed less friendly and more hostel than before. As he did so, the falcon reached behind his back and pulled the protruding blades out of his punctured body. He slammed them to the ground and looked at the shinigami with eyes ready to fight with the force that would make the heavens itself shiver and shake. As the last drop of blood dripped to the floor, it was like a green light in the Falcon's mind. With anger, he blasted forward in a blitzing sprint through space. Ships flew overhead, yet not one shot of fire made him stop. His target was there waiting, and it would not wait long. Time seemed to stop once again as the ball of his foot pushed off against the high bump of the side of the ship. The Falcon felt like he was soaring again as his airtime was great. He then began a kamikaze flip readying up his assault on the captain before him. On the last flip, only a few gut wrenching feet from the ground, Captain Falcon was foot first once again. His hand was cocked back and in flames as his attacking punch shot forward. Flames spread out from his fist and began to gather into the shape of a falcon. It's reach seemed only inches from the spirit's face as Captain Falcon let out his forceful cry.

"FALCON PUNCH!!"

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