“You know…I was going to save my trump card for last, but you guys just have your heads in the game. I’ll give you the pleasure of seeing it now.”
It looked as though the Deity was about to regurgitate. It was strewn over in midair, trembling furiously. A grotesque metamorphosis began to take place as the mask seemingly disappeared from the body’s center and the once androgynous face began to develop the features of the mask. Its pale body began to bulk up, becoming lean and muscular. By the time it was over, the Deity did not look to be a mask at all…it was finally released from its prison. It became he.
His first act was to raise his fair hands to the skies, as though in some sort of prayer. The helix blade materialized into his outstretched hands, much larger than it had ever previously been. The Deity grinned as he began strategically thrusting blades of wind upon the group. He would need to get rid of the Oracle first in order to get the weather back to his favor. She would have to die first.
Din was gather the Sages into a circle, hissing out orders as to keep the intentions a secret. Seeing Ruto turn and go the opposite direction surprised her, and rage slowly followed after.
“Ruto, you fool!” She bellowed, leaping forward in order to grab the Zora and drag her back. “With the Sages! Stand with me, not them!” She commanded, her voice filled with anger. She grabbed the Zora Princess by the shoulder harshly and roughly yanked her backwards. “You are to listen to my orders, unless you truly wish to die.” She said with cold anger. She would have continued on, but the Fierce Deity had finally decided to act, changing it’s shape to something else.
“Kuff.” She hissed, turning to Vaati and Midna. “Do your best to keep the barrier up! Good luck Link.” She spoke, turning to head back to the Sages. She withdrew the Rod of Seasons again, knowing the Medallion would not be able to be used this time around. Using the Rod of Seasons was risky, but what else could they do?
“Channel your power to the Rod of Seasons. I will act as the—” She stopped herself, smirking at her use of words. Using a rod as a ‘lightning rod’ for the power, irony. “Center. I will direct the combined energy…like last time. For those of you who remember that, know this will be the same. We are without the Great Sea Sages, but this is within our power. Do not break ranks for any reason. Vaati and Midna will do their best to protect us. I trust them.” She said, exhaling and holding the Rod of Seasons up for the Sages to aim their power at.
She had to clear her mind. This was not then. It would not require the Triforce. It wouldn’t require anyone to die. Not the Garo, not the Sages, not any of her friends. “Begin when you are ready.”
Link took his eyes from the Deity for just a moment as he saw a figure running towards him, finding with dismay the the Zoran Princess had broken ranks with the sages and had come to stand at his side. What a magnificent idiot.
When she reached him, he turned to keep a watchful eye on the Deity and taking up a protective stance in front of the sage, otherwise paying her only enough mind to growl, ‘I knew you’d be a liability. Go back.’
When she didn’t move, he turned to repeat the command, only to be cut of as the mask salesman showed up and unceremoniously put a rabbit-like hood on his head. He didn’t protest, not that he had time to. The advantage the salesman described was most welcome; he didn’t care about appearances right now.
By the time he looked back to the Deity, the former mask had assumed his new form. Link was only able to raise his hand and form a barrier in front of himself and Ruto just fast enough to keep the wind blades the Deity was sending from slicing them to pieces. He winced visibly as the attacks hit the forcefield, feeling the immediate drain on his energy as the wind blades smashed against the barrier. He clenched his teeth, turning to see if Ruto was still behind him, to find that Din was dragging the Zora away. Good. If the Princess had any sense, she’d listen this time, rather than put the success of the entire party in jeopardy.
Once the attacks ceased, Link let the barrier fall, flipping the Master Sword around in his hand and trying to ignore the fact that the very touch of its hilt still stung. Din and the Sages should be implementing a plan to bring the Deity down. Until then, he had to keep him occupied with something else.
From where he was standing, Link could have easily blasted the Deity with a fire attack or the like, but that would hardly be as thrilling as engaging it in head-on battle.
‘An impressive-looking blade,’ the Hero sneered up at the Deity. His voice seemed to have an almost mocking coolness to it. ‘But nothing more.’
‘Would you hear my desire?’ he continued, taking a step forward and assuming a battle stance, a clear challenge in his eyes. ‘To have you come and face me, rather than striking at mere distractions.’
“Ruto!” Midna yelled, but the Sage had already scampered over to Link. Midna grimaced, and focused on flexing her fingers (all fifteen of them) to make the shield any stronger. If only—
And then Vaati waltzed to her side and put up his own brand of shield. The wind and shadow combo-play worked nicely with her energy, and they completed the dome. The gale tousled Midna’s hair, blowing strands out of the clasp. At least Din reacted quickly when it came to the Zoran Princess. All Midna wanted was the Sages together.
Until she heard Vaati’s comment.
“You know, you could leave and get yourself killed!” she grunted. “The Deity wouldn’t bat an eyelash! You’re just like the rest of us down here, oh Great Mage.”
A crick was building in her neck. She started to roll her shoulders—and felt a hard piece of metal jammed over her ears in response. It was so sudden she didn’t even register the soreness in her temples. She blinked.
“These will amplify your magic by a decent bit,” the stranger, the Salesman, whispered above her head. “Use them to help keep this barrier going.”
“…Oh,” she remarked, too stunned to say much more. The Salesman had already poofed anyway. How many more people could teleport? Intriguing.
To experiment, she beckoned with both arms straight into the air. The shield maintained shape with only the help of her twili-pontyail; she could then rest her actual digits and put them to better use.
There was another shift. In one moment, she felt a cackle set in her mouth at the sight of Link’s new headgear. In another, her stomach dropped to her ankles, and her gut turned cold. The Deity revealed the last of its transformations, and now wielded the largest sword she’d ever encountered—with Link directly in its path.
She tensed, about to spring forward, but remembered at the last moment she was half the defense for their plan. Midna could do little more than stand there behind the barrier.
“Okay, the shield is secure!” she decided to announce in her panic, though that much was obvious. “Let’s hurry up!”
Midna looked back to check on Link-…Link? She listened carefully while he goaded the Deity. When he finished speaking, she fell silent.
Ruto stared in horror as she watched the transformation of the Deity take it’s full shape. It was hard to tell which form was more frightening, it’s mask shape or this shape. “At least this one doesn’t leave me frozen in my tracks,” she thought.
She studied Link for a quick moment and noticed that something wasn’t quite right with him. A sort of darkness seemed to emanate from him that seemed to match the way he was eyeing the Deity. ”Link, are you-“
Suddenly Ruto was dragged away by Din and bombarded with a mouthful of complaints. ”Din, let me go!” Ruto screeched angrily. ”You can’t just leave him out there by himself, something is wrong with him! He’s going to get himself killed!” But Din wouldn’t have any of it, and continued to drag her back.
“You’re lucky it’s too hot for me to properly retaliate, or I’d claw your eyes out,” she thought venomously.
She was forced into the barrier with the other sages and half listened to Din’s instructions, too preoccupied with the exchange going on between Link and the Deity.
“He wants to fight the Deity head on?!” “LINK YOU KUFFING IDIOT, YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED!” she screamed at him. Ruto turned to face Din, fury in her eyes. ”If this is what you wanted, fine. Do whatever the kuff you want.”
Ruto stepped into the circle of sages, and took her energy focusing stance, her arms crossed out in front of her. She closed her eyes and tried to calm the storm within her. She would be useless if she couldn’t think good thoughts towards their success. Rather than think about the angering turn of events here, Ruto’s mind went back to that of her home, of her Link, where she belonged. If she failed here, then her home would certainly be lost.
“Forget these jerks, I’m not wanted here. Just think of home,” she thought to herself as she formulated her prayer to the Goddesses to add her power to the Rod of Seasons.
Vaati felt the wind hit the shield and an anger grew deep within. How dare that thing use my brand of magic?! he thought. The strain on the shield was unbelievable. He screamed, “If you’re going to do something, do it now! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold this!”
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