Inspired by a comic by Digital-Banshee on DeviantART.
Link jumped away in horror as the long, hideous tongue flicked past his face, whirling around to face his newfound enemy. The man—he called himself Ghirahim, if we was indeed a man—threw his head back and laughed, his cape disintegration into a flurry of diamond shaped shards. He returned his gaze to Link, chocolate eyes silently issuing a challenge.
Link shuddered again at the tongue, sticking out his own, considerably shorter one and making a face. Then he ran at Ghirahim, swinging his sword in a wide arc, only to have it caught between two delicate fingers. Ghirahim tore the blade from his hands, and Link stared in a moment of dumbfounded shock before the blade flew past his head, startling him back into reality.
"Hah, quite a sword you have here. But so long as you telegraph your attacks like the novice you are, you'll never land a blow."
Link blew his bangs out of his eyes and dashed at him again, making sure not to telegraph his attacks—whatever that meant. It didn't do any good, though, and his blade was seized once again, leaving him to run in wide circles until Ghirahim threw the blade again. Grabbing it up from the floor, he tried to run at his opponent one last time, but Ghirahim grabbed it yet again.
Finally losing all patience, Link slammed his shield into Ghirahim's face, knocking him flat on his back.
Link panted as he ran through the halls, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds and letting the demon's enraged screams to light a fire under him.
"Okay, Fi, I got the Emerald magic stone thinger—GET ME OUTTA HERE!"