Palutena vs. Bayonetta at the Falling Clocktower

The next competition had been announced... Palutena had made up her mind that if she was just going to be thrown down into the match without the benefit of her dress, there was no point in hiding and trying to wait it out. "That Master Hand... I'm going to get him extra hard the next time I go through story mode. You hear that, Hand?! No mercy! I'll spam up smash if I want to!" Before heading out, Palutena grabbed her next dress up, the light green. "Green on green... Not the most flattering of them all, but I've already lost all of my best dresses. I wonder how the other girls are doing... Or am I being singled out? Is this bullying?!"

Palutena would learn soon enough, seeing as her opponent was a femme fatale in her own right: the vivacious witch, Bayonetta. They'd be on her home turf... if you could call it that: the Falling Clocktower. "It seems like it would just land at some point. How far above the earth was it suspended? Just because you can stop time doesn't mean things fall forever," the goddess scoffed, twirling her staff idly while waiting for her opponent to arrive. It felt a little silly, standing calmly on a rapidly plummeting clock-face while surrounded by falling debris, but Palutena wasn't as frightened as the average competitor might be. "My recover is perfectly adequate. I have wings!" The goddess shook her head and chuckled, imagining how boned Pit would be if he ended up here and had to rely on her for flying... then crossed her eyes for a moment and pressed one finger to her lip. "Actually, Pit's recovery is pretty darn good too..."

As she contemplated that, a rumbling came from nearby... it sounded like a motorcycle. "Wario?!" This could be a real disappointment for fans expecting a little girl-on-girl action.

Thankfully, it wasn't him; the Umbran Witch herself showed up, riding her motorcycle with her whole body draped over it and her ass in the air, as though that was a perfectly normal way to ride one. The motorcycle did a few loops around the circumference of the clock-face, before flying off again as the competitor did an unnecessary-seeming cartwheel backwards. Bayonetta landed in front of Palutena with one gun extended outward, then pushed her glasses up with the other... a flirtatious smile played across her red-painted lips. She was dressed in her standard black, impossibly tight-fitting jumpsuit (said to be made from her own magical witch's weave)... the fact that she hadn't come dressed in some strange color made Palutena consider that she hadn't lost a match yet.

Circling Palutena slowly, with even taps of her gun-clad high-heels against the broken stonework, Bayonetta taunted her opponent. "Not in white today, darling? I've always been a fan of the contrast when I give angels the business. There's always the knickers, I suppose..."

"I'm no angel, Bayonetta. I am the goddess, Palutena-"

"I've tangoed with a few of those too. I'd advise you to ask them how that went, if there was still anything of them left to ask." Unafraid, the witch closed the rest of the distance all at once with some kind of dash, resting her gun arm over the green-haired goddess' shoulder and smiling into her face at close range. "But between us ladies, we're both far too pretty to be disposed of in such a graceless way... As much fun as it would be to swing you around by your feet and toss you into the moon, let's fight the way the organizer wants us to fight."

Palutena gulped, feeling the lower side of her eyes twitching as she tried to ignore the seductive fragrance the other woman wore. "I think I have an idea of what they're looking for," she admitted.

The witch grinned, spinning and then hooking one leg as Palutena raised her shield to block. She spun mid-air, switching stance so that her opposite leg ended up with one foot all the way atop Palutena's shoulder- a ridiculous display of flexibility, as well as one for Bayonetta's supremely long legs. "Do you? Does a pure flower such as yourself know your way around a pole?"

Smirking and ignoring a bead of nervous sweat running from her forehead to her chin, Palutena nodded and batted at Bayonetta's foot, which moved before she had a chance to hit it. She then used the opportunity to gain a little distance. "Ha! I'll have you know my pole-dancing was a memetic sensation for a while! I'm one of the most sensual characters on the whole Smash roster, thank you very much! Even after people learned about Zelda's hitbox..."

The other girl clapped her hands, while not releasing her guns... quite a feat. "Fantastic! There's nothing like a woman with experience, I always say." For whatever reason, Bayonetta, even acknowledging the salacious scenario that was likely to unfold, didn't seem fazed in the slightest. "Let's hope you aren't as boring as the standard heavenly fare!"

"Is... is this the power of an exhibitionist?" Palutena thought to herself, biting her thumbnail anxiously as she raised her staff with the opposite hand.