-1SL: huh. The second one in one day! Maybe I'll make this one longer???
It stood before the hero dressed in green. Its eyes unblinking, full of hatred, full of nothingness promised to the hero should he lose this battle. The hero glared back, there was no way he would let himself lose. There were many times in his career that he found himself loving his career… always in the heat of battle. Even if it was for different reasons than that of what would motivate most people. See, he wasn't after fame, money, or power… only peace. There was also, many times when he hated his career… mainly when he needed to talk to and face a bitch of a princess who couldn't particularly save herself.
It attacked. Link rolled out of the way, as the dark energy tendrils coursed around him. The attacks kept coming. A demonic scream was suddenly emitted, and he whirled around, dodging more attacks, each powerful in their own right, and attacking back with his own equally powerful, if not more powerful attacks, delivered by his ever present Master Sword. How many times did Link find himself enjoying himself, dancing a deadly dance between himself and his enemy? A dance adorned only in blood, claw and steel? It never ceased to amuse him, and even now, with the grace of assassins only attained with years of deadly practice, he danced to and fro about the evil monstrosity that was before him.
But, even the most experienced dancers slip up sometimes. As Link slid into another place, to dodge another attack, his body suddenly was hit by a burst of energy that sent him flying into the wall of bones and debris. Even the most experienced dancers fail some moves. That blast was exceptionally powerful.
Enough playing, thought the hero.
He raised his hand above his head and a bright flash appeared. In his hand was a mask. A white mask adorned with tribal war paint… the mask reflected his own quite well. And, in a fluid motion, it was placed upon his face.
A scream echoed throughout the chamber, drowning out the demonic screeches of the dark creature before him as a bright light enveloped the hero.
The light faded and revealed him different. He wore a light blue tunic with silver armor over top. His hair was now White, instead of Blonde, and his eyes, were white, almost looking soulless, but one look at the being could see otherwise.
The hero now wore the garb of the god of war, Oni. The hero was now Oni. Oni raised his sword, Helix shaped, in all its glory, and attacked. His fighting was even more powerful than Link's was, and if possible, more graceful.
The creature stood no chance. The Hero and the God of War worked as a perfect team, dancing gracefully around the attacks until the point where the helix blade was completely through the creature, delivering justice, and ending its pathetic life.
As always, now that the battle was complete, it was time for Link to regain control, and as always, Oni did not want to lose his new found freedom… A struggle of wills, indeed.
But, they did understand each other, and in the end, Link stood there, green garbed, clutching a mask as if it were his most precious treasure, his greatest friend.