01-09-2016, 07:20 AM
The sounds of combat died down around Ganondorf and the great Demon King allowed himself to smirk. Nippur had fallen. Satisfaction welled up within his bosom as his wolf-like eyes scanned the city turned battlefield. The common guards of the city began to scatter, heading to the relative safety of the desert, rather than stand any longer against the might of the LAW. Even the four who had combined their measly power to face his onslaught had fallen to their knees. Well, three were on their knees, the woman, the thief, and the sword-toting warrior. The last of his combatants lay nearby, unmoving. It seemed that during his beastly rampage, the boy had taken more of a beating than he could handle.
Near to his side, the infant whom had allied with him for the fight chuckled softly at their fallen foes and scurried over to poke at Erik Vrell, as a young child would poke at a dead animal. Ganondorf, himself, chose to leave the dead to lay as he instead focused on the three others. For their part, they alternated hateful gazes towards himself and the boy. After reverting back to his Gerudo form, the three of them had made a valiant stand against him, but in the end it was for naught. The Demon King’s savagery and Stewie’s mechanical genius became too much for the battered defenders. Eventually, they had been worn down, and though their injuries weren’t fatal, they lacked the energy to make a stand against him, at least for the moment.
Ganondorf briefly considered what to do with them and he made his way towards the trio, but he knew what his decision would be. Casting a side-look to Stewie, the great king barked an order to leave the body be, and returned his stern gaze to the men and woman, who were now kneeling at his feet as he stopped just before them.
“Insignificant worms,” Ganondorf spat, eyes gleaming in his anger and hatred. “You dared to stand against me, and what did it avail you? Nothing, but pain.”
The three of them couldn’t so much as get a word in edgewise before Ganondorf continues, a false smile gracing his lips.
“But never let it be said that Ganondorf, the True King of the Wastes, was not a merciful man. Go now. Leave this place and do not return. Choose life and I will let you live.”
A meaty hand rose, bare of its golden furnishing, and pointed at one of the three, however. “Except you, thief. You have taken what does not belong to you and I shall retrieve what is mine, before you go.”
Then, it was if the large Gerudo man had been overtaken by an animal once again. He attacked Demetri, with a ferocity as swift as it was savage. The thief could barely muster the strength to protect his vitals, while his companions struggled to make their feet to aid him. Before they could, the assault was suddenly over. Demetri lay upon the dusty ground, and though unconscious, he chest still rose and fell in the signs of life. Roughly, Ganondorf ripped free the man’s satchel and retrieved his golden gauntlets. With his belongings rightfully returned, the Gerudo tossed the bag upon the thief’s limp form and began to walk away from the three of them, Stewie hot on his heels.
“Remember what I said,” The Gerudo called back as he strode away. “Leave and live. Remain and die. Those are the choices left to you. And…” He chuckled softly as he continued, “take that trash with you when you go.”
Near to his side, the infant whom had allied with him for the fight chuckled softly at their fallen foes and scurried over to poke at Erik Vrell, as a young child would poke at a dead animal. Ganondorf, himself, chose to leave the dead to lay as he instead focused on the three others. For their part, they alternated hateful gazes towards himself and the boy. After reverting back to his Gerudo form, the three of them had made a valiant stand against him, but in the end it was for naught. The Demon King’s savagery and Stewie’s mechanical genius became too much for the battered defenders. Eventually, they had been worn down, and though their injuries weren’t fatal, they lacked the energy to make a stand against him, at least for the moment.
Ganondorf briefly considered what to do with them and he made his way towards the trio, but he knew what his decision would be. Casting a side-look to Stewie, the great king barked an order to leave the body be, and returned his stern gaze to the men and woman, who were now kneeling at his feet as he stopped just before them.
“Insignificant worms,” Ganondorf spat, eyes gleaming in his anger and hatred. “You dared to stand against me, and what did it avail you? Nothing, but pain.”
The three of them couldn’t so much as get a word in edgewise before Ganondorf continues, a false smile gracing his lips.
“But never let it be said that Ganondorf, the True King of the Wastes, was not a merciful man. Go now. Leave this place and do not return. Choose life and I will let you live.”
A meaty hand rose, bare of its golden furnishing, and pointed at one of the three, however. “Except you, thief. You have taken what does not belong to you and I shall retrieve what is mine, before you go.”
Then, it was if the large Gerudo man had been overtaken by an animal once again. He attacked Demetri, with a ferocity as swift as it was savage. The thief could barely muster the strength to protect his vitals, while his companions struggled to make their feet to aid him. Before they could, the assault was suddenly over. Demetri lay upon the dusty ground, and though unconscious, he chest still rose and fell in the signs of life. Roughly, Ganondorf ripped free the man’s satchel and retrieved his golden gauntlets. With his belongings rightfully returned, the Gerudo tossed the bag upon the thief’s limp form and began to walk away from the three of them, Stewie hot on his heels.
“Remember what I said,” The Gerudo called back as he strode away. “Leave and live. Remain and die. Those are the choices left to you. And…” He chuckled softly as he continued, “take that trash with you when you go.”