10-20-2014, 08:02 PM
In animalistic manner, the two manner pummeled each other with fist, foot, and body. Their weapons lay aside, forgotten in their primal fury. Hate filled glare met like as the two men traded blows, each eager to feel the life of the other drain from his eyes. Like steam, multicolored Omnilium flowed from the men's pores, streaming skyward as they fought. A wind picked up, sending scouring sand across the makeshift battle field and the skies filled with dark clouds. The crash of thunder promised rain, but the arena grew hotter in response. Lightning flashed with each of Enel's strikes, and when Ganondorf's blows hit true, dust devils danced. The climax was approaching, and the combatants' own psyches had created a battle in the sky to punctuate this epic struggle.
Knuckles white with effort, Ganondorf threw a heavy haymaker towards Enel, narrowly avoided by the man. In retaliation, Enel drove a fist into the Dark Lord's sternum, a blow partially negated by a cunning turn of the body. Even so, the men staggered away from each other, mud dyed red with blood squelching with their steps. As though by agreement, each fighter spent a moment filling their lungs with air while shooting hateful sneers at the other.
Ganondorf knew that if this were to continue, death would be the only result. And his rage told him to continue. To erase this fool from existence. From deep within the Gerudo, a sinister voice once again goaded him to use his dark magicks.
This has gone on long enough, Ganondorf. Use your power. You prove nothing if you let this fool kill you over your idiotic pride.
And, for the first time in the battle, Ganondorf began to agree with the voice. He had challenged Enel expecting an easy victory. Still, Ganon had one last trick up his sleeve before he had to resort to his dark powers. As the two men caught their breath, he made his move.
“Enel.”
Ganondorf's only reply was a angry sneer. Still, he pressed on.
“If we continue like this, one of us WILL die,” he said.
“That's the point,” was Enel's response, and he rushed at his foe. Several punches landed home, before Ganondorf could properly defend himself. He focuses on blocking and deflecting the attacks, for the moment, rather than attack in kind.
“How would that serve our goals,” the dark Gerudo said, between clenched teeth.
“Right now, my only goal is to kill you, Ganondorf. And after that, Omni.”
There. An opening. If Enel was speaking, it meant he might entertain a truce of some sort. Ganon pressed the advantage, continuing his defensive posture.
“We share an enemy then, Enel. Why waste our energy fighting each other, when we could work together to topple Omni?”
Enel never stopped his barrage of attacks. He grinned.
“A desperate plea, or a distraction? Neither will work on me, Ganondorf.”
Ganondorf was nearing the end of his rope. After a particularly brutal right cross, the large Gerudo staggered back and fell to a knee. And as Enel stood over his conquest, azure light glowing in hand to finish him, Ganondorf made one last, final stand. Dark flame erupted around his fist, the desert man finally putting aside his pride, and his fist thrust forward into Enel's gut. The man tumbled away, landing face down in the dirt. And Ganondorf was soon to follow, the last of his energy spent on that attack. Neither moved as the storm fell away over the great fortress.
Knuckles white with effort, Ganondorf threw a heavy haymaker towards Enel, narrowly avoided by the man. In retaliation, Enel drove a fist into the Dark Lord's sternum, a blow partially negated by a cunning turn of the body. Even so, the men staggered away from each other, mud dyed red with blood squelching with their steps. As though by agreement, each fighter spent a moment filling their lungs with air while shooting hateful sneers at the other.
Ganondorf knew that if this were to continue, death would be the only result. And his rage told him to continue. To erase this fool from existence. From deep within the Gerudo, a sinister voice once again goaded him to use his dark magicks.
This has gone on long enough, Ganondorf. Use your power. You prove nothing if you let this fool kill you over your idiotic pride.
And, for the first time in the battle, Ganondorf began to agree with the voice. He had challenged Enel expecting an easy victory. Still, Ganon had one last trick up his sleeve before he had to resort to his dark powers. As the two men caught their breath, he made his move.
“Enel.”
Ganondorf's only reply was a angry sneer. Still, he pressed on.
“If we continue like this, one of us WILL die,” he said.
“That's the point,” was Enel's response, and he rushed at his foe. Several punches landed home, before Ganondorf could properly defend himself. He focuses on blocking and deflecting the attacks, for the moment, rather than attack in kind.
“How would that serve our goals,” the dark Gerudo said, between clenched teeth.
“Right now, my only goal is to kill you, Ganondorf. And after that, Omni.”
There. An opening. If Enel was speaking, it meant he might entertain a truce of some sort. Ganon pressed the advantage, continuing his defensive posture.
“We share an enemy then, Enel. Why waste our energy fighting each other, when we could work together to topple Omni?”
Enel never stopped his barrage of attacks. He grinned.
“A desperate plea, or a distraction? Neither will work on me, Ganondorf.”
Ganondorf was nearing the end of his rope. After a particularly brutal right cross, the large Gerudo staggered back and fell to a knee. And as Enel stood over his conquest, azure light glowing in hand to finish him, Ganondorf made one last, final stand. Dark flame erupted around his fist, the desert man finally putting aside his pride, and his fist thrust forward into Enel's gut. The man tumbled away, landing face down in the dirt. And Ganondorf was soon to follow, the last of his energy spent on that attack. Neither moved as the storm fell away over the great fortress.