The Gorons erupt into a frenzied uproar. Link rises from his throne and commands silence over the room.
"Goro, you are not the first one to scaremonger our tribe!" he yells. "Just a few days ago, we had a human trespass into our hallowed city and spout this nonsense to us! It's safe to say that he was dealt with swiftly. I am only willing to spare you because of your Goron heritage. I ask that you take your ridiculous rumours and go back to whence you came immediately!"
"With respect, Link, I am not going anywhere." Ningan stood his ground.
The Goron leader chuckles ferociously. "So be it. Guards: remove him."
A team of three Gorons cluster around him, their arms reaching out to restrain him. Ningan isn't yet certain of the physical capabilities his new form offers him; but he is certain that now is the time to use them. He plants his feet in the earth and swings his arms. They move slowly but with brute force, knocking back the Goron guards so that they tumble into the circle of spectators around them. Ningan is overwhelmed by his newfound strength. Link grimaces and steps forward, enraged.
"Link!" Goro-gan bellows with his hands up, silencing the chattering gathering. "I have a proposition: I challenge you, and only you, to hand-to-hand combat. If I succeed, you must disclose the whereabouts of the Fire Medallion. If you succeed, you have permission to expel me from Goron City indefinitely."
A short silence, before the room erupts into laughter. Goro-gan's expression remains unfaltering and undeterred. Link wipes a tear from his eye and regains his posture. "If you wish it, Goro!" He claps his obelisk hands twice. "Prepare the wrestling ring."
The Gorons immediately move into action. Goro-gan stands by, watching them work until he is ushered into the main hall. There, a flat dais has been erected in the centre of the city, wide in diameter, with a painted line in the middle. Link the Goron awaits him, surrounded by a crowd of cheering fans. Ningan takes one look at the wrestling ring and realises he is drastically out of his depth. Nevertheless, he steps up to face his challenge.
"We all know the rules." Link declares. "The first competitor to throw their opponent out of the ring is the winner. One must only use their arms: no legs, feet, or heads. We fight like true Gorons: respectfully and honourably. Now, let's get down to business. On the sound of the horn, the match commences."
The Goron leader assumes his wrestling stance, planting his feet either side of him, and rubbing his hands. Goro-gan mimics him and locks eyes with his opponent.
The horn sounds, signalling the start. Both Gorons lunge into action, gripping each other with ferocious might. Goro-gan feels himself being lifted off the ground. He flails in the air until he is tossed beyond the boundaries of the ring.
"Victory!" a Goron calls from the side line. "To our great and mighty leader Link!"
Goro-gan rubs his aching head as the applause erupts around him. How embarrassing.
Link enjoys the victory congratulations for a little longer, before stooping down to speak to the intruder. "That will teach you to mess in matters that are not of your concern, Goro. I shan't expel you from Goron City, as I am a merciful leader, and I believe that every Goron, regardless of their crimes, should always hold sanctuary in this hallowed place. However, I suggest that you return to Castle Town and continue to pursue your big-city dreams. The rest of our tribe is just fine where we are."
