Chuckles

Captain Falcon frowned as the dust from the gusting winds blew in his face. His eyes were clouded as dust became a blindfold over the captain's visor. The only solution was simple, he must take to the sky as well. That thought began to make the captain smile with a glamorous grin. If the opponent thought he was dangerous on solid ground, wait until he was in the air. That was why the name "falcon" matched the the captain so perfectly. This was his advantage, unless Deidara had a devious plan of his own. Those living clay sculptures were quite the nuisance. Yet there was his key to victory, the clay. That was his target, as a falcon spot's its prey, it was time to dive. Suddenly Captain Falcon ran for the wall of dust and emerged on the other side. From there, he ran to a patch of forest trees that stood tall like towers. Then with a burst of flame, the captain kicked off of each tree all the way to the top. From there, the air was clear. Animal noises were raving from the disturbance and the sunlit rays hit the captain with warmth. But the object of his attention was above his head flying with a menacing plot in his head.

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