The Hero & the Berserker

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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.

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Now it was Link's turn to feel pain. There was no way he could avoid the incoming blade, his spell had worn off, and he was weaponless again - the Kokiri sword was beyond his reach. Unless he could somehow wrest control of the man's weapon from him, he was on the desperately slippery slope to losing more than this battle.

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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Likewise a (rather feral) grin was spreading across Saïx's face - and not just due to the fact that he had landed the first hit. It had been far too long since he had had a decent challenge, and with the rage humming its way through his very being, he could no longer feel the pain, although he would most certainly be doing so after the battle's end.

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.