The lone swordsman's footsteps echoed within the castle halls while he walked late at night, the whooshing of the wind outside the only other sound to combat the dull clinking of his metal shoes against the hard floor. His cape billowed out behind him while the round warrior circled through the catacombs again, looping the entire perimeter of the castle.

On his own, Meta Knight looked terrifying. The dark concealed most of his mask, his bat wings dragged idly along the floor, and his golden eyes were narrowed to slits through his visor.

"Who goes there?" the knight suddenly snapped, his voice stern and unwavering as he stepped in closer to the startled newcomer.