After I had just gotten the game and was trying to learn Villager, I battled this incredibly obnoxious C. Falcon on For Glory. Seriously, the player was obviously more skilled than myself at the time; I was on the defensive
constantly, not really knowing how to play the character, just kinda running around the stage, hoping not to embarrass myself
too much. But that didn't stop the player from taunting after every hit that sent me careening from one end of the map to the other. And oh boy, after he took my first stock?
Show me your moves!
*dash*dash*dash*
Show me your moves!
Man, that pissed me off lol. So I respawn, he's showboating all over the place, but I quickly manage to take a stock off the player by pecking him off the stage via my slingshot and a well-placed bowling bowl to gimp his recovery.
Of course, I
had to dance.
You know how you can sometimes read a player's emotional state by their in-game actions? This guy was livid.
"Oh, so this noob is gonna taunt after getting one lucky shot in? Time to go HAM on this scrub!" I imagined him saying. And boy, he amped his offense up to 11 o_0
i was getting knocked around for a good bit after taking his stock (and Villager's lengthy taunt didn't do me any favors), but soon started to adjust to the player's somewhat reckless aggression. Even still, when looking at the percents it seemed too little too late.
So the match is reaching its inevitable conclusion, and I decide to go for broke--I plant my seed immediately after getting a good bit of distance from this frenzied Falcon player.
He's shrinking the space between us as I frantically mash down+B.
The tree sprouts.
I swing my axe.
He's in the air, thirsty to seal the win with his character's powerful patella.
I swing again.
It was in this moment that the player's foolhardy aggression caught up to him--and he knew it, too. He quickly dropped to the ground and shielded as the awesome might of my timber shattered his only line of defense.
And so my opponent was forced to watch his beloved C. Falcon hobble in his stunned state, helpless as my bowling ball came smashing down upon him, taking his final stock.
But not before I danced one last time