Four little faeries dance in a line
Five little sprites, dance at the same time
One splits and the other skips
Hey diddle diddle, the black oak fiddle
Three little faeries dance in a line….
-Excerpt from the Black Oak Fiddle, a Hylean Children's Song
Twang, twang. Azure eyes flared golden as the skeletal form raised one talon, lancing out a bolt of pure will. Twice the bow was fired, the hunter rolling away on reflex, the faeries scattered in response to this. The hewn throne was enveloped by a brief blaze of golden light, and there was a loud snapping on the throne's back. It crumpled much as might a spine, had the bolt hit something living, rather than the dead altar. The two arrows had landed home, with a double spurt and thunk, the arrows piercing the Moblyn's eyes and landing in the back of its skull. The flesh twitched and the Moblyn skeleton staggered for a moment, lurching to the side.
"Got 'im!" Pulsed Tatl, cheering for the green cloaked hunter. "No…" Rattled Navi, seeing further, noting that even as the hunter put away his bow, he drew his sword instead. "No?" Fussed Tatl, buzzing around the Cathedral ceiling and staring at the Moblyn. It was standing up again. The arrows went harmlessly right through the azure balls of light, piercing the Moblyn's real eyes and into its head. The eye lights flared to violet for a moment, flames of light licking at the arrows, first blackening them, then dusting them away into the air, aught but ash. Violet witch lights pulsed and quavered in the Moblyn's eye sockets, as the body's flesh sagged on the elongated skeletal frame.
"Mercy at best, the body is still possessed, maybe the true Moblyn is dead now." Explained Navi, to which Tatl turned away, seeming to dismiss the allegation, intent upon the skeletal Moblyn, whom ignored the nattering of the faeries this time, seeming far more interested in the hunter, raising a talon again and its eyes flashing golden several times more. The figure in green was already in motion, dancing and darting around the Cathedral ruins, off a wall and then rolling down and low, each time some point of architecture in the hero's wake, and just a second or two behind fractured and splintered under a halo of golden light.
It was a circuitous rout, entirely confusing in its roundabout fashion, but regardless of how much the skeletal figure tried to will the hero to falter or die, the hunter was still gaining ground. Boom. Boom. Boom. Again, and again there was the flash of golden light and some piece of the altar chamber was further ruined. "Enough!" Rasped the skeletal Moblyn, just as the hunter was about to get in close enough to slash at the revenant. There was the brightest flare of golden light yet; erupting out of the center of the skeletal Moblyn, and then it was followed by an ominous structural groaning. The revenant sneered at the hunter defiantly, raising a talon to block, even as the twilight blue steel severed the skeletal arm. Then it happened, the remnants of the Cathedral roof collapsed.
When it was all over, the one-arm Moblyn revenant stood there gloating, most of its remaining flesh peppered off in the blast by falling debris. It wore a laughing grin wider than what remained of its once porcine face. Each bone of a word rolled off in the ghostly grate, "Come now boy, your attempts to best me are futile. I will burn all that I have conquered before I forsake it into the hands of another. You cannot defeat me, for I am eternal," the eyes flared in lurid demonic lights at this, setting a creeping twilight mosaic across the strewn rubble, chasing shadows and painting pale patterns of light that whirled and danced with each flicker. There was that mad cacophony of laughter, stripped of the Moblyn's coughing; it was faint and spidery, like a gossamer thread of sounds fed into the recipient's ear.
The cloaked hunter stood, one booted foot on the rubble, the other pinning the severed skeletal arm, and with a yank and jerk, the hunter pulled his blade from out of where it had stuck into the limb with the bisecting stroke. The figure in green flexed his sword arm, the length of cold steel shifting into a dangerously suggestive angle for the revenant. Glacial blue eyes bored into the skeleton, expression mute and unwavering in its determination. The skeleton merely sneered as it inspected the damaged stump with its remaining talon, grating, "I am afraid, diligence will get you no where." Its eyes were livid with golden-violet triumph. Floating out from behind its head, wrapped in cages of golden light, two fairies pulsed and dangled, trapped within orbs of sheer ghostly will. "The more they struggle… the smaller the prisons get. The more you resist… the smaller the prisons get." The hero blanched again for the second time that night, staring at the revenant and the only two companions he had know through it all. "Now..." Said the skeletal figure, even as its severed bony limb flew back to it in a wave of golden light and reattached itself to the severed stump, the revenant hissed, "How about we start by you giving me back my Ocarina."
