Meta Knight sat on the hill, polishing his sword, Galaxia. He sighed softly, the sun beaming down on him but his mask covering it.

His yellow eyes flickered over to a noise. Footsteps, heading towards and up the hill he was at. He held his sword upright, waiting to see if it was an enemy or a friend traveling up to see him.

"Ay, Dios mío, you scared me. What is it you need, amigo?" He asked, turning his head a little bit to look directly in their eyes.