Zelda stepped foot onto a snowy summit. She carried her rapier in her right hand, and she kept her left hand up in front of her chest, palm facing outwards. The cold wind stirred around her and blew ice and snow at her, but she sent a pulse of magic through her hand and she found herself in a small bubble of calm. She watched as the snow and ice hit the edge of her barrier and bounced around it, almost as if it were just a boulder and the snow had other places to be. She made her way to the centre of the summit, taking care to assess her surroundings. She noticed the way the snow and ice seemed to spiral around one small area off towards the edge of the summit on her left. She sent another pulse of magic out of her palm, but this time instead of a barrier, a large jet of flames shot towards the spiral of ice and snow. The spiral seemed to react with a counterattack and a wall of ice formed to block to fire. Once the flames dissipated, the ice wall crumbled into pieces and where there was once a spiral of snow now stood a shadowy figure. It slowly gained its shape in detail until Zelda was staring at Ghirahim; however she noted that his eyes were now a piercing red colour, and his skin seemed darker too. He stood there with his hands limp by his sides, staring back at her from across the summit. The wind around the summit had ceased, and they stood watching each other for a short time. After a moment, he flicked his hands and a strong gust of wind carried shards of snow and ice towards her, so she quickly cast another barrier. She watched as the gust faded, and when the ice stopped flying she let her barrier down to preserve her energy.
A wicked grin slowly formed on his face, but it kept growing until he was baring his teeth. He flicked his hands again, and a jet of dark magic launched towards her. She retaliated with the flames she had casted, and she watched as the two energies collided, sending a shockwave across the summit. As the two struggled to overpower the other, dark clouds formed overhead and the summit became illuminated by flashes of lightning around them. They maintained the stalemate for a moment before they simultaneously ceased their efforts. He stopped again for a moment to observe her, but she kept herself calm and collected. He flicked his hands again and more dark magic rushed towards her, so Zelda decided to try out her final trick; she sent a pulse of magic through her hand and suddenly she found herself being pulled into a vortex and her body was being compressed for a short moment before she reappeared with a bright, green flash on a different part of the summit. This time Ghirahim seemed taken aback and he stopped attacking, and just stood there with his mouth open ever so slightly. He readjusted himself and brought his hands together, and he began to applaud her. Just when she thought he had gone even more insane, he shot his hand out to the side and his scimitar appeared out of thin air. Their battle could not be settled with magic, and so she brought her rapier up and prepared to fight.