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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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All he was really waiting for now was an opening. Just a single, small opening...
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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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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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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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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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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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"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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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