Heyo ppl...I have returned with yet another part to my Link's Quest to Find Zelda series! Two more will follow, and then it really is gonna end! But the end will set the plot for my next series, and I'll still be adding chapters to my old fic "The Legend of Zelda: Sages of Stupidity." Feel free to e-mail me (IMANUT1717@aol.com) with any ideas you have or whatever...but just make sure I know ur from fanfiction cuz I delete any mail I get from ppl I don't know. OK enough of my endless stupid blabbing...let's start the fic!
~Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, however much I might wish I did. I don't. Get over it and move on with your life. I do own the world of Mekinelle, though, and all of the realms therein, as well as the character Jutaur. If ya wanna use them, pleez ask first! Thank you!~
Part seven: Battle
As Jutaur plodded forward, Link stood still. He was trying to analyze how fast Jutar could move. This was obviously just a walk, and a slow one at that. With the same effort Link could dash from one end of the battle area to the other.
But he didn't. He waited patiently for Jutaur to come close enough. Link had a plan. Ten steps until Jutaur was close enough to strike him. Link began envisioning a white globe of light. Eight steps. The light took on the form of himself again; just as it had when he was experimenting with red light. Four steps. Both Link and his light-enemy drew their weapons and took on a fighter's stance. Two. Link whirled into action in his mind, striking at his opponent's knees, but met only a sword wrought of pure white light. Jutaur pulled back his axe to strike. Without thinking Link stepped aside and dashed to the other end of the battle ground. In his mind he was in fierce combat with the image of himself. He was safe from Jutaur...for now. In his mind he flipped and jumped, struck and parried, but none of his blows hit home. Why was he struggling against himself? Unthinkingly he ducked, and a slight breeze against his head registered that it was time to run again. Upon reaching the other side of the battlefield, Link, in his mind, shouted at his opponent that they should be working together; they were the same. The light shook its head and told him "You are too focused on rescuing Zelda. I, your other side, am more focused on the battle." In his mind Link smirked, and tried to focus more on the battle than Zelda. After a few more times of running around the battle area, he had almost forgotten about Zelda. As soon as that happened all of the light's will poured into his own, and he brought it out into the world.
This took Jutaur by surprise. Link separated the light into thousands upon thousands of strands, and hurried to weave them together. He was forced to do another lap in the process, but finally he had made himself a shield of pure white light. It was almost as tall as he was, and weighed nothing. Jutaur caught up to him and swung his axe. Link raised the shield, and the blow was deflected like a pebble against a brick wall. He countered with a furious barrage of his own, none of which hit Jutaur; but at least he took off about two and a half feet of axe handle in the process.
Link found that he did not need all of his shield that he had created. Focusing on the light once more, he took about a foot off the top, stretched it thinner than paper, and wound it around his sword. Jutaur's armor would present no problem now. He lunged. Jutaur tried to block the blow but Link's light-blade pierced his axe...and stopped dead on the armor. No matter what Link did he could not scratch that armor. Jutaur grinned.
Link kicked him. Hard.
Jutaur was taken completely by surprise. He fell over on his back, losing his helet as he crashed to the ground. Link stood over him and returned Jutaur's previous grin. "You lucked out, scum. I never hit a man while he's down and can't get up by himself." With that he offered Jutaur a hand, and helped him up.
"You are an honorable man, Link. It is a shame that I have to kill you." As he said the last few words he threw a punch at Link's stomach. It connected only with tunic as Link jumped back. "You're quick, kid. Any other man would have given up by now."
"Not me," Link told him. As he said it he held up his right hand in a fist, palm inward. The triforce of courage shone brightly.
"So the legends are true..." Jutaur murmured. He casually swung his axe at Link's head, but the light-shield was there to stop it. Link quickly punctured the axeblade a second time. And a third.
Jutaur put the blade up to his face; the holes were spaced perfectly for eyeholes. Link chuckled, and as he did so brought his blade crashing down on the right axeblade. It came clear off, skidding about thirty feet away; and left Jutaur with just a regular axe that one might use to chop firewood...if it didn't have a huge, deadly, black battle blade on it still.
With his axe lightened, Jutaur unleashed a furious rain of blows, almost always matched stroke for stroke by the light shield or sword.
Almost.
A few blows grazed Link, taking off a good deal of skin and looking much more gruesome and painful than it actually was. Link battled on doggedly, though, despite his reddening tunic. Zelda had hidden her eyes at this point, thinking all was lost for her best friend.
The light on Link's sword suddenly winked out. He double checked to see that his shield was still there. It was. Link threw another barrage at Jutaur. What was not blocked by the axe was by his armor, but when Link examined it this time, it was scratched and dented from where his sword had struck. 'Of course!' he thought. 'I put light on it that was originally part of a shield; made to deflect, not cut!'
On and on the two battled. To Zelda, who had uncovered her eyes, it looked more like a dance than anything. A dance with no pre-specified steps. A dance of instinct alone. Link seemed to know the dance better, but Jutaur matched him step for step, stroke for stroke.
Suddenly Link caught Jutaur by surprise; feinting left but going right while striking up. The force of his blow knocked off his rival's shoulderplate. Immediately the breastplate and backplate fell off, as they had been held on by the shoulder piece. Jutaur merely kicked them aside, now moving towards Link at a doubled speed, whirling the axe expertly in his hands.
Once again Link's shield saved him. Just then an idea hit him. He parried Jutaur's most recent attempt on his life and dashed to the opposite end of the area. He stretched the light out as he had before and folded it around him. He had to set his sword down to do this, so as not to leave any part of himself exposed. He folded the light skillfully around himself, shaping it to match his every contour. His new coat of light made him shimmer, and as he picked up his sword again he seemed somehow more than mortal.
Now he stood there, completely still, and focused on a new globe of light. He was faintly aware of Jutaur's vain attempts to penetrate the light which was his armor. The light in his mind took on the form of Impa. "Traitor," he muttered within the depths of his brain. Before Impa had time to speak or move he had drawn the Master Sword and thrown it. It passed through light-Impa's forehead, once again leaving no mark or blood. Her will faded into his own, and he brought the light into reality.
So quick was his vicory that the light he now commanded was at its purest; making those of a pure heart who saw it cry for joy and those with an evil heart weep from fear. Jutaur backed away. Link folded the light delicately over his sword. He was quite the picture of the Hero of Time. Standing there, glowing sword shining at his side, the young man now seemed even to surpass immortality. If every person in that world had seen him at that moment, only two would believe that he was a mere man.
Jutaur stood, frozen with fear. Link approached him, and suddenly ran his enemy through. No blood came. No mark was made. Jutaur did not die.
*~~* THE END OF PART SEVEN *~~*
Coming up in Part Eight: " 'I will escort you to my border, but that is as far as I can go. I have a big mess to clean up here, and many wrongs to right,' Jutaur told Link regretfully."
~Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, however much I might wish I did. I don't. Get over it and move on with your life. I do own the world of Mekinelle, though, and all of the realms therein, as well as the character Jutaur. If ya wanna use them, pleez ask first! Thank you!~
Part seven: Battle
As Jutaur plodded forward, Link stood still. He was trying to analyze how fast Jutar could move. This was obviously just a walk, and a slow one at that. With the same effort Link could dash from one end of the battle area to the other.
But he didn't. He waited patiently for Jutaur to come close enough. Link had a plan. Ten steps until Jutaur was close enough to strike him. Link began envisioning a white globe of light. Eight steps. The light took on the form of himself again; just as it had when he was experimenting with red light. Four steps. Both Link and his light-enemy drew their weapons and took on a fighter's stance. Two. Link whirled into action in his mind, striking at his opponent's knees, but met only a sword wrought of pure white light. Jutaur pulled back his axe to strike. Without thinking Link stepped aside and dashed to the other end of the battle ground. In his mind he was in fierce combat with the image of himself. He was safe from Jutaur...for now. In his mind he flipped and jumped, struck and parried, but none of his blows hit home. Why was he struggling against himself? Unthinkingly he ducked, and a slight breeze against his head registered that it was time to run again. Upon reaching the other side of the battlefield, Link, in his mind, shouted at his opponent that they should be working together; they were the same. The light shook its head and told him "You are too focused on rescuing Zelda. I, your other side, am more focused on the battle." In his mind Link smirked, and tried to focus more on the battle than Zelda. After a few more times of running around the battle area, he had almost forgotten about Zelda. As soon as that happened all of the light's will poured into his own, and he brought it out into the world.
This took Jutaur by surprise. Link separated the light into thousands upon thousands of strands, and hurried to weave them together. He was forced to do another lap in the process, but finally he had made himself a shield of pure white light. It was almost as tall as he was, and weighed nothing. Jutaur caught up to him and swung his axe. Link raised the shield, and the blow was deflected like a pebble against a brick wall. He countered with a furious barrage of his own, none of which hit Jutaur; but at least he took off about two and a half feet of axe handle in the process.
Link found that he did not need all of his shield that he had created. Focusing on the light once more, he took about a foot off the top, stretched it thinner than paper, and wound it around his sword. Jutaur's armor would present no problem now. He lunged. Jutaur tried to block the blow but Link's light-blade pierced his axe...and stopped dead on the armor. No matter what Link did he could not scratch that armor. Jutaur grinned.
Link kicked him. Hard.
Jutaur was taken completely by surprise. He fell over on his back, losing his helet as he crashed to the ground. Link stood over him and returned Jutaur's previous grin. "You lucked out, scum. I never hit a man while he's down and can't get up by himself." With that he offered Jutaur a hand, and helped him up.
"You are an honorable man, Link. It is a shame that I have to kill you." As he said the last few words he threw a punch at Link's stomach. It connected only with tunic as Link jumped back. "You're quick, kid. Any other man would have given up by now."
"Not me," Link told him. As he said it he held up his right hand in a fist, palm inward. The triforce of courage shone brightly.
"So the legends are true..." Jutaur murmured. He casually swung his axe at Link's head, but the light-shield was there to stop it. Link quickly punctured the axeblade a second time. And a third.
Jutaur put the blade up to his face; the holes were spaced perfectly for eyeholes. Link chuckled, and as he did so brought his blade crashing down on the right axeblade. It came clear off, skidding about thirty feet away; and left Jutaur with just a regular axe that one might use to chop firewood...if it didn't have a huge, deadly, black battle blade on it still.
With his axe lightened, Jutaur unleashed a furious rain of blows, almost always matched stroke for stroke by the light shield or sword.
Almost.
A few blows grazed Link, taking off a good deal of skin and looking much more gruesome and painful than it actually was. Link battled on doggedly, though, despite his reddening tunic. Zelda had hidden her eyes at this point, thinking all was lost for her best friend.
The light on Link's sword suddenly winked out. He double checked to see that his shield was still there. It was. Link threw another barrage at Jutaur. What was not blocked by the axe was by his armor, but when Link examined it this time, it was scratched and dented from where his sword had struck. 'Of course!' he thought. 'I put light on it that was originally part of a shield; made to deflect, not cut!'
On and on the two battled. To Zelda, who had uncovered her eyes, it looked more like a dance than anything. A dance with no pre-specified steps. A dance of instinct alone. Link seemed to know the dance better, but Jutaur matched him step for step, stroke for stroke.
Suddenly Link caught Jutaur by surprise; feinting left but going right while striking up. The force of his blow knocked off his rival's shoulderplate. Immediately the breastplate and backplate fell off, as they had been held on by the shoulder piece. Jutaur merely kicked them aside, now moving towards Link at a doubled speed, whirling the axe expertly in his hands.
Once again Link's shield saved him. Just then an idea hit him. He parried Jutaur's most recent attempt on his life and dashed to the opposite end of the area. He stretched the light out as he had before and folded it around him. He had to set his sword down to do this, so as not to leave any part of himself exposed. He folded the light skillfully around himself, shaping it to match his every contour. His new coat of light made him shimmer, and as he picked up his sword again he seemed somehow more than mortal.
Now he stood there, completely still, and focused on a new globe of light. He was faintly aware of Jutaur's vain attempts to penetrate the light which was his armor. The light in his mind took on the form of Impa. "Traitor," he muttered within the depths of his brain. Before Impa had time to speak or move he had drawn the Master Sword and thrown it. It passed through light-Impa's forehead, once again leaving no mark or blood. Her will faded into his own, and he brought the light into reality.
So quick was his vicory that the light he now commanded was at its purest; making those of a pure heart who saw it cry for joy and those with an evil heart weep from fear. Jutaur backed away. Link folded the light delicately over his sword. He was quite the picture of the Hero of Time. Standing there, glowing sword shining at his side, the young man now seemed even to surpass immortality. If every person in that world had seen him at that moment, only two would believe that he was a mere man.
Jutaur stood, frozen with fear. Link approached him, and suddenly ran his enemy through. No blood came. No mark was made. Jutaur did not die.
*~~* THE END OF PART SEVEN *~~*
Coming up in Part Eight: " 'I will escort you to my border, but that is as far as I can go. I have a big mess to clean up here, and many wrongs to right,' Jutaur told Link regretfully."