As the last of the Toads fell off the stage, Peach collapsed to the ground. The sheer weight of her emotions, combined with the stressful battle against dark clones of her retainers, had taken its toll upon the princess. She breathed heavily.

As she lay, the dark clouds seemed to shift as a gray air-skiff soared into view. Peach looked up as she heard the whine of the air-skiff's engines. Her eyes widened as she spotted the skiff's contents: two cages, one too small with a morose, blue frog, and the other rattling with a mouth-foaming, vicious basset hound.

[h2]GRENINJA

DUCK HUNT[/h2]

It seems that the XIII had captured two rogue fighters; one seemed quite resigned, the other, quite furious. Peach looked on and thought it might be the relative titchiness of the cages themselves; confinement behind iron bars could make anybody sullen or savage. Peach, however, could not find the strength to get back up.

Meanwhile, Wario, sitting behind the ruin, gnashed his teeth. "Weh... Weh-weh..." he snorted. He thought in anger how the Fallen had succumbed to their violent passions and the most ruthless had clawed their way to the top, subjugating the weaker ones. Wario resented being one of those weak ones. All he wanted was money. Money, money, money...

Perhaps it was not merely money; perhaps it was security Wario sought, and the only security he could think of was of the financial sort.

Whether due to a passionate spite of the XIII or to some other driving force, Wario felt compelled to chase after the air-skiff. "Grr..." Wario growled, pulling out his Wario Bike and jumping on the seat, revving the engine. He glared madly at the air-skiff before gunning the engine and driving off the edge of the platform he was on.