Chapter Nineteen
Power Means Little
Tired and wounded in almost every inch of their bodies, the Links did manage to regroup. Taking the Four Master from the one holding it at the time, the wanderer, the champion huddled them together for a quick plan. Vaati dropped in the middle of the four, spinning round and round, punching each hero as he spun.
Flipping back to his feet, Sir Link wrapped himself in some sort of cape, vanishing before everyone's eyes. Helping the others to their feet, the Hero of Time and Winds nodded at each other. With his leaf, the hunter sent another gust of air towards the mage, who simply wrapped himself in his blue cloak to keep from moving. Knocking an arrow, the Hero of Time let the projectile fly in the eye of the twisting vortex, right towards Vaati's face. The wizard smiled and didn't flinch at the oncoming arrow that would merely rebound off his shield. The arrow soared and a moment later the arrow slammed into the shield, detonating on impact in a brilliant holy light.
"I've had it with you!" the champion cried, jumping once more at the wizard, slashing out with the Four Master. Sensing the Link's leadership knowledge, the sword began to drain the champion's arm into itself. Slicing through the barrier, the blade dug into the arm of the sorcerer.
As he began to drop, the champion tossed the Four Master to the Hero of Time and rolled as soon as he touched the ground, drawing the sorcerer's attention away from the wanderer. He didn't have to do so. The feeling, that ever familiar sting of the Four Sword, enraged the wizard to his long destined enemy. Thrusting another negative energy blast at the champion, he never saw the blade slashing at his back.
The Four Master began to glow a soft forest green, draining the wanderer's desire to help others and making that power its own. The blade barely scratched the back of the mage but it was enough to anger the wind sorcerer further. With a flick of his hand, Vaati sent the wanderer flying.
The sword whipped out of the wanderer's grasp and flew to another counterpart, the Hero of the Winds. The Hero of Time slammed headlong into the wind barrier, welcoming the darkness. Lifting the green blade in his left hand and holding his baton in his right, the hunter stalked his prey. This one, Vaati, threatened his way of life and the hunter wouldn't stand for it. That love of life made its way to the sword, increasing the luster of the blade. Vaati saw this, forcing as much power through his hand as possible, which the hunter just pushed away with the wave of his baton. A thrust later, digging into Vaati's belly as if it was butter, the blade began to drain away the sorcerer's magic.
A growl that changed into a primal roar from Vaati sent the largest, black wave of magic the hunter's way, sending the Hero of the Winds next to the wanderer. Reaching down to be rid of the blessed sword, a hand snapped out of thin air, intercepting the sorcerer's reach, snatching it away from the villain. A fire erupted out of the blade as soon as it touched the knight's hand. Looking at the pommel that seemed to be draining his strength, the knight shrugged it away. Feeding off his dedication and will, the blade hummed to life, singing the death of Vaati.
The sound caused the sorcerer much fear, sending him to the air and away from the blade. It mattered not where he ran. Giving the sword even more of his strength, the knight summoned a blast of spinning energy at the wizard, slamming the power of the holy blade into Vaati's back. As his hand shook, the knight dropped the sword, too exhausted to even grip it.
"ENOUGH!" Vaati bellowed, blowing all the Links away from the sword and neatly putting them together. He knew now was the time to finish this. All four were too tired to fight and his Triforce power was nearly depleted. With a smile, he pressed his thumbs together and summoned the rest of his strength for one final blast of lightning.
Eight lightning bolts left each of his fingertips but a triangular ray of shadow engulfed the light and continued it's ascend to the floating sorcerer. He was tapped out, he knew, and he couldn't avoid the attack. The shadow ray struck home.