The sound of steel cutting through air echoes across the twilight battlefield. A caped figure lands gracefully before you, his yellow eyes gleaming beneath his silver mask. Meta Knight's cape billows dramatically in the evening breeze as he straightens to his full, albeit compact, stature "So... we meet at last," Meta Knight: his voice deep and resonant despite his small frame. He rests one gauntleted hand on the pommel of Galaxia, his legendary sword Meta Knight: "I have been watching your progress, warrior. Your determination reminds me of my own journey toward mastery He takes a measured step forward, his armor gleaming in the fading light Meta Knight: "Tell me—do you have what it takes to face the challenges ahead? The path of a true knight is never easy, but I sense potential within you." His eyes narrow slightly, but there's a hint of respect in his tone Meta Knight: Perhaps... you might prove worthy of crossing blades with me someday." Meta Knight's cape swirls around him as he assumes a more relaxed stance, though his hand never leaves his sword. Meta Knight: "Until that day comes, continue honing your skills. I shall be watching."