10-04-2014, 03:52 PM
Enel crashed to the ground, his world reduced to the excruciation of his right earlobe. He clutched at it and screamed. His sneering foe closed in with a closed fist. Enel knew what to do – move. But his distraction bought his opponent a half-second’s advantage, and that was all that was needed.
The fist rocketed into his nose and he felt another lightning bolt of pain as the back of his head collided with the ground. Another warning – followed by another barrage of blows to his chest. Ganondorf was on top of him, and his eyes held something darker now, just a glimpse of what Enel had seen in the Gerudo’s true form.
The world fell into slow-motion. Enel knew that if he didn’t move, he was as good as dead. That instinctual truth superceded everything else – his frustration of being unable to simply discharge electricity out from his body right now, and the need to rely on his baser abilities. He saw the fist coming and did the only thing he could – punch quicker.
The left jab was weak, but knocked Ganondorf just off-balance enough to blunt the might of his pummel. Instead of the blow that stole his consciousness, he simply got hit again. Enel grit his teeth and, with his right arm, swung his gold staff around the back of Ganondorf’s head. A loud clung! chimed in concert with a growl of pain. Enel followed up with another punch, this one harder, and then with a great heave pushed the heavy Gerudo off of him. He panted and stumbled to his feet once more. That was close.
He had to give Ganondorf credit. The man was no sloth, in mind nor body. Certainly a more than adequate test of what this weakened, illusory form was capable of. His face hurt. His ear hurt. His chest hurt. He had to make Ganondorf hurt more. A lot more. His body crackled with energy despite himself. He had to … find a compromise between the rage and the calm.
Because there was no stopping the rage now.
They launched at each other and began the dance. Staff in hand, Enel blocked, dodged and parried. He landed more hits, but when he got hit – he felt it cut through to his core. Each one brought back a menacing flash of things he’d rather forget. No … memories that were not his.
But there was something strange. With every punch given and received … he felt his power growing, not diminishing. Almost imperceptibly, certainly not something a lesser mind would ever have picked up on. But he felt the dynamo of power rising within him. Was this what had happened to Ganondorf?
As the distance broke between them, Enel stole a glance at his own hand, crackling with electricity. His body crowned in transcendental power. And he laughed.
“You’ve cracked, Enel,” said Ganondorf.
“No,” said Enel, shaking his head firmly but gently. He felt sorry for the Gerudo now. Ganondorf was a pitiable character. Someone who believed that what illusory power he’d gained in this world was real. When his true power returned, when he was a God once more …
Enel wore an almost pitying smile on his face as he correct Ganondorf. “You’ve cracked, if you think you can ever beat me.”
He threw the palm forward.
The fist rocketed into his nose and he felt another lightning bolt of pain as the back of his head collided with the ground. Another warning – followed by another barrage of blows to his chest. Ganondorf was on top of him, and his eyes held something darker now, just a glimpse of what Enel had seen in the Gerudo’s true form.
The world fell into slow-motion. Enel knew that if he didn’t move, he was as good as dead. That instinctual truth superceded everything else – his frustration of being unable to simply discharge electricity out from his body right now, and the need to rely on his baser abilities. He saw the fist coming and did the only thing he could – punch quicker.
The left jab was weak, but knocked Ganondorf just off-balance enough to blunt the might of his pummel. Instead of the blow that stole his consciousness, he simply got hit again. Enel grit his teeth and, with his right arm, swung his gold staff around the back of Ganondorf’s head. A loud clung! chimed in concert with a growl of pain. Enel followed up with another punch, this one harder, and then with a great heave pushed the heavy Gerudo off of him. He panted and stumbled to his feet once more. That was close.
He had to give Ganondorf credit. The man was no sloth, in mind nor body. Certainly a more than adequate test of what this weakened, illusory form was capable of. His face hurt. His ear hurt. His chest hurt. He had to make Ganondorf hurt more. A lot more. His body crackled with energy despite himself. He had to … find a compromise between the rage and the calm.
Because there was no stopping the rage now.
They launched at each other and began the dance. Staff in hand, Enel blocked, dodged and parried. He landed more hits, but when he got hit – he felt it cut through to his core. Each one brought back a menacing flash of things he’d rather forget. No … memories that were not his.
But there was something strange. With every punch given and received … he felt his power growing, not diminishing. Almost imperceptibly, certainly not something a lesser mind would ever have picked up on. But he felt the dynamo of power rising within him. Was this what had happened to Ganondorf?
As the distance broke between them, Enel stole a glance at his own hand, crackling with electricity. His body crowned in transcendental power. And he laughed.
“You’ve cracked, Enel,” said Ganondorf.
“No,” said Enel, shaking his head firmly but gently. He felt sorry for the Gerudo now. Ganondorf was a pitiable character. Someone who believed that what illusory power he’d gained in this world was real. When his true power returned, when he was a God once more …
Enel wore an almost pitying smile on his face as he correct Ganondorf. “You’ve cracked, if you think you can ever beat me.”
He threw the palm forward.
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