She was bouncing off the walls. Metaphorically. She would be literally, if she could stand. Point is, she had a lot of pent-up energy and she felt like pacing or punching something. Punching, preferably.
She had plotted all night, and it all led to this moment, the moment where Dark Link opened the door. If looks could kill, her glare would have incinerated him.
"What?" he said mockingly.
"Give me back my legs. Let me stand and walk, if you're going to keep me here." She demanded.
"You're not in a place to tell me what to do." Dark Link reminded her. He gave her that infuriating smile. "But… since I like you so much…" He held out his hand. As much as it repulsed her to touch him, she grabbed his wrist and let him haul her up, letting go quickly. Dark Link noticed, and grinned. She wanted to smack him, and probably would have, if she wasn't sure it would mess up her plan.
She took a few shaky steps forward, and found that her legs could support her again. The same could not be said about her wings, but that wasn't important right now. For her plan to make any sense, I have to explain something. She had two familiars that she could summon, a white wolf named Snow, which represented light, and a black wolf named Indigo, who represented dark. This was the first time she thought her magic might be strong enough again to call them. She looked within herself, and found their spirits curled up next to hers.
She didn't see Dark Link's face when a wolf three times as big as a normal one materialized out of thin air and leapt on him. She was too busy running to the door and blasting it aside with her magic. There was a stairway, and she raced down it. The next room was a bedroom, but she didn't see much as she ran across and down the next set of stairs. She felt Indigo return to his place, and heard him say 'he's coming'. She summoned Snow and kept running. The next room was completely bare, as was the next.
"You dare?" Dark Link hissed behind her, and she whirled around. His eyes red glowed with anger.
"Yes," she said, holding her head high, "I dare." Snow charged for him, but she didn't attack like her brother. Instead of going for Dark Link's throat as he expected, she slid between his legs and leapt up behind him.
"Run!" Snow reminded her master, and she sprung into action.
She got through two more rooms. The next door to the stairwell was closed. She flung it open, and ran straight into Dark Link's shield. His sword was inches from her face. She briefly considered impaling herself on it. Dark Link moved forward, forcing her to retreat. She felt Snow return, her warning too late.
She glared unflinchingly into Dark Link's eyes. Even though his anger was almost palpable, she wasn't afraid.
That just pissed him off more.
"You bitch!" he yelled, and slammed her chest with his shield. She stumbled back, breath knocked out of her. She took a bare-handed fighting position. Thank Goddesses her wrists were still wrapped. Dark Link wouldn't use any spells to incapacitate her, she knew. He wanted to punish her first, to make her pay.
He swung, aiming for her ribs with the flat of his sword. She ducked under, and jumped straight up. She flipped over his head and landed behind him, and gave him a solid kick to the small of his back. He stumbled forward, but recovered quickly. He spun around, and a quick step back kept her from getting a concussion. As long as he kept using the flat, she realized she had an advantage because she could block it. It would bruise her arms to high hell, but it'd be less tiring then dodging.
The next strike was to her head again. This she blocked, but she didn't expect him to follow up with his shield. Even that didn't take her down. No, it was when he kneed her floating rib. She crumpled, gasping. A quick touch told her that it was cracked, not broken.
Dark Link grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face close to his. She saw his eyes burning with rage. His breath smelled like grave dirt.
"You will regret that, princess, oh, how you will regret that when I'm through with you…"
By the time Dark Link threw her back into her prison, she had three cracked ribs, a black eye and an unnumbered amount of cuts and bruises.