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The Hero & the Berserker
Characters: Saïx and Link
Content: More experimentation.
Setting: Somewhere
Time: Somewhen
Warnings: None, yet.
Once again, it was time to let the darker side of the moon show its face to the world. This time, however, the prospects looked far more intriguing - this particular subject was closer to what he might call a worthy opponent. A hero, even a trapped one, should be far less naïve than the last subject.
Yes, this would be well worth the time. A hero caged was hardly something one saw everyday, after all. Perhaps he could even manage to enjoy this, or as much as he was able to.
Content: More experimentation.
Setting: Somewhere
Time: Somewhen
Warnings: None, yet.
Once again, it was time to let the darker side of the moon show its face to the world. This time, however, the prospects looked far more intriguing - this particular subject was closer to what he might call a worthy opponent. A hero, even a trapped one, should be far less naïve than the last subject.
Yes, this would be well worth the time. A hero caged was hardly something one saw everyday, after all. Perhaps he could even manage to enjoy this, or as much as he was able to.
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His almond eyes fixed this blue-haired man with a flinty glare, the thousand-yard-stare of a seasoned warrior which would have been comical were it not for the hard resolve behind those youthful eyes.
"What do you want with me?" he asked through gritted teeth, calling all his defenses to mind - he didn't have many, honestly. A few spells, some contortions that could perhaps regain him the use of his legs, if not his arms, and basically nothing else. Not even a deku nut...
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"Only a moment of your time," he answered. "Doubtless you have some to spare."
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All he was really waiting for now was an opening. Just a single, small opening...
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"Impressive, I must admit. However, that will hardly help should you wish to be rid of me."
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Link had been hurt by experts; Stalfos knights, monsters beyond imagining, the cruelty of the Gerudo King himself, and even the undead. It was unlikely that this stranger would be able to break him...
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"Are you so certain of that? Heroes, even caged ones, must know defeat sooner or later, whether that defeat is physical or mental." He took a slow step closer to the unfortunate Hylian. "And we know quite well how to injure a heart."
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Which only goes to prove that elves aren't the wise people they're cracked up to be.
"What would you know of a hero's heart? You, who stand there so glibly deriding that which you can never comprehend. You're brave enough when your foes stand in chains. Give me my sword and I'll show you your heart." This was, to be honest, quite impossible. The Master Sword would sooner rust to dust than be held by one so obviously evil as this. In that, he held complete faith.
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And if he thought that Saïx would so easily hand him his sword, he had better think again - even if his heart was not so easily found.
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He knew Saix wasn't going to hand over the enchanted blade, simply because Saix could not handle it without some... extremely unpleasant consequences. Like the forceful removal of his hand.
Link had other weapons at his disposal, much more subtle ones...
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But even at that, how could this stranger know? He didn't bear the marks of the Gerudo, nor was he a monster of the kind he'd seen in Hyrule. Link drew a breath to calm himself - he'd already shown more weakness than he liked. "No, I don't. But do you?"
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"And if I did? What would you give to know that?"
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Something hard and unreasoning flared behind Link's eyes - a cold fire that could not be denied. The magic was awakening in him; already he could feel its warm pulse, which had always been the precursor to the globe of divine flames...
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Link was still at a very distinct tactical disadvantage, and he knew it. He had no weapons to speak of, aside from his magic, and that wouldn't last long. But he would be damned if he'd let it be said that they'd broken him without a fight...
Already Din's Fire was fading, leaving the room in a more or less unharmed state - papers had been charred to ash, it was true, but the main focus of the blaze had been the blue-haired man...
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At Link's words, a flash of anger crossed his face - although one quickly buried under the facade of calmness.
"You would do well to mind your tongue. There is more than one type of power in this world."
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Link was doing his best to goad this man on. Whatever else he had in mind, he would likely forget in rage - and rage was something Link could deal with, unlike this unsettling calm. He'd seen a spark of that rage moments ago; all he had to do was kindle it, nurture it.
He might be hurt in the process, but it was unlikely to be worse than what this man had in mind for him anyway...
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Although some part of him wished to give in to the rage already beginning to flow through his veins, he refused to let himself give in to it. To do so would be to let his opponent take advantage of him, which was something he would not do, at least not yet.
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"Yes, words are powerful. The right word can fell a kingdom, or raise one from the abyss. The problem lies in finding the right word - something I doubt you're capable of," he added as a sneering afterthought. He knew this man's type. He was, in essence, much like Link himself; a warrior, one who was more at home with a sword in his hand than in this cramped room doing the work of a sorcerer or interrogator. One who would rather be -doing-.
Well, that was alright with Link. He'd rather be doing, too. And right now, what he was doing was trying to make this person mad.
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"And what would you know of it? You know less than nothing of what I have said or done - only what has gone on here."
To any who knew him, the fact that his normally expresionless guise was beginning to falter would have been enough to warn of the growing rage, although as of yet it was still easy enough to hold it in check.
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It was true enough; Link had fought this man's kind before, and he'd always emerged the victor. "And if I know less than nothing of your past, I know what I have seen. And what I've seen isn't impressive at all."
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In a matter of seconds, he'd summoned his sword, bringing it in to rest just against Link's neck - the once-hidden rage now quite clear in those odd yellow eyes.
"Words are rarely so."
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A simple backflip - a maneuver he'd worked at for so long now that it was second nature - got him out of the sword's range long enough to cast his second spell. Nayru's Love would keep him going long enough to figure out a plan of action, after observing his foe...
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But in the meantime... A slight twist of the sword handle and a flash of moon-pale light as the sword grew sharper yet.
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His opening maneuver was a body check, aimed at Saix's midriff. He doubted it would work, but still, it was the thought that counted. Right?
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He struck out with the hilt of sword as Link passed, the blow intended to strike him from behind. It was of course most likely not going to have much effect what with that damnable spell, but perhaps it would wear off before the blow hit home. And if it didn't, well, it wasn't like it would do much harm to his sword. Hopefully.
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Reaching down to his boot, he plucked out the knife hidden there - the Kokiri sword. It looked more like a dagger in his hand now, but that was alright. It was a weapon, at least. Better than nothing.
(OOC: Fair warning, I will be fudging most of this fight. I don't expect Link to win, but he's going to make Saix know he was in a fight. That okay with you?)
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But at least it meant he needn't worry quite so much about pulling his blows. Not if his opponent could block them.
This time, he struck first, sword swinging in low - at about waist-height.
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Landing in a crouch facing away from Saix, Link rolled forward to escape the reach of the blue-haired man's sword. His blade now glowed red, and flames danced around its surface - a sign that the magic was set. With a battle yell, Link broke the first law of bladed combat and threw his knife at Saix. He hoped the man would try to parry it.
If he did, he was in for a fiery surprise, for the corona of energy would explode on contact with anything...
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Not long thereafter, however, he was once again heading back into the fray, rage glinting dangerously in his eyes as his sword swung in once again.
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A backward leap brought him painfully up against the wall. Painfully and unexpectedly; he felt the bite of the razor-keen blade, followed by a numbness that bespoke either enchantment or poison. Not good. Cursing himself, he called on the goddess Nayru again, hoping at least to avoid further injury. But there came nothing but a growing sense of dread as he realized that he did not have the strength for the spell.
As had often happened before when Link was injured, he lost himself in the rhythm of the battle. Injuries could be healed later; all that mattered was the here, the now. His foe with icy steel in hand, his weapon lying beyond his reach, his reserves of mystical energy waning. This was a desperate situation indeed - and in the midst of it all, Link smiled a cold smile of satisfaction. This was better than talking.
Link burst forward suddenly, ducking into a forward roll that would not quite carry him past Saix. That was okay; his goal was much closer than the glorified knife lying in its charred little crater. And much, much bigger.
Link had dealt with this type of sword before, himself; large, unwieldy, but powerful. Easy to overbalance and overreach with, and difficult to fight with close-in unless you knew how to use the pommel as well as the blade itself. Therefore, Link's whole intent was to wrest control of this weapon from its wielder long enough to put it to his own uses. Escape was no option, as there seemed to be no doors; that was fine with him. It made the situation seem just that much more familiar, as he moved to grasp Saix's wrists.
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As Link reached out for his wrists, he struck out not with the sword or its hilt, but rather with his foot, in a move intended at the very least to unbalance his foe - if not trip him outright.
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But Link was no quitter.
He could not call on Nayru again, it was true - but Din's Fire was less taxing. Once more the entirety of the room was engulfed in flames, burning hotter than before.
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But if his opponent was determined to to use attack of this sort, he would have to turn to different tactics. True, it wasn't his greatest strength, but perhaps it would serve well enough.
Slamming the point of his sword at the ground he sent a blast of dark energy heading straight at Link, moving in just behind it, sword at the ready, in case the blast either missed or Link dodged it.
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Which meant, in short, that Link went out like a light. Completely at Saix's mercy, he could only comfort himself with the knowledge that he'd made certain the stranger would know he had been in a fight when it was all said and done.
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"Was that your worst?" he asked, unaware - and not caring in the least - if Link could hear him or not. "Pathetic, but what else could one expect from a hero who let his world be over-run by darkness; who does not even know the whereabout of the one he cares for most."
With that he summoned up a portal of darkness, leaving the Dusks to return Link to his cell - but not before picking up the blade, still laying in its little crater. Wouldn't do to leave sch a thing lying about where he might be able to regain access to it, after all.