A/N: o, goody... now we get 2 see how bad I am at action stuff! hooray! *rubs hands together and poises fingers over keyboard* get read for a butt-whupping...
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°10°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Three arrows, quickly, flew toward Link. He jumped out of the way of two of them and blocked the third with his shield it shattered with a sharp -ping- and jarred the hero's arm. If one hit him, it would go all the way through... No, better not to think of that. He sprinted forward, jabbing at Ursa with the sword, but she was up, jumping right over him. Link swung his sword up, but missed as Ursa turned and fired another arrow at him. Link rolled quickly out of the way as the projectile smashed against the rock, leaving pockmarks in the hard stone. He had hardly recovered from his roll when another four arrows came toward him in quick succession. He had no time to dodge, so he crouched behind his shield and gritted his teeth as each arrow hit and sent shockwaves through his bones. They continued this little game of cat and mouse for a while, then the archer seemed to get bored. She hesitated, then pulled black energy seemingly out of nowhere. It formed itself into something of an arrow, and Ursa notched it, drawing the string back to her ear. She smiled.
Link had not, of course just stayed and stared at all of this. He was attempting to rush her again. Ursa aimed the black arrow straight at him. Link knew he had to get out of the way. He dodged to the side, not a moment too soon, as the arrow streaked by about 3 feet from his face. Even at that distance, he felt intense heat -or was it cold?- on his cheek. The arrow smashed into the wall behind him, and exploded. Link dropped and covered himself with his shield as shrapnel fell around him.
Kyrie did have to stay and watch all of this. Those arrows, she thought. He's slowing down, and as soon as he weakens enough one of them will kill him! She looked on helplessly as Link continued to dodge the seemingly endless volley of darkness. Explosion after explosion shook the rocks around them and made Kyrie's teeth chatter. She felt each blast pound deep within her chest, just like the fireworks on Independence Day. These were different, though, darker, evil, and painful. The fireworks were exhilerating and beautiful. This was ugly, and terrible. It had to stop, but how? She had no weapons, no plans, nothing! She could only watch and hope that somehow Link could win.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°`°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Link was tiring. He knew it, Ursa knew it, and the cause of all this misfortune in Hyrule knew it as well. She watched as she stood on the first level of the dungeon. The light of the torches played off of her appealing features. Her skin was ghostly pale, her lips tinged the lightest pink. Her hair was unruly, short and black. It stood out in stark contrast against her ivory skin. She looked thoughtful. Perhaps she would not be needed to kill Link. She did, however, doubt that Ursa could take on the rival. It would be a shame for the archer to die, as she was faithful and quite useful, but once she herself had killed the rival, she would be richly rewarded and would have no need for underlings. So she would let the minion have at it. It didn't matter.
So she thought.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°`°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Link tried desperately to catch his breath, but it was no use. Arrow after arrow crashed around him, constantly keeping him on his toes. He was soaked with so much sweat it looked as if he might have been swimming in Lake Hylia. A direct hit with one of those arrows would kill him, he knew. He couldn't even get away long enough to think straight. Only one thought appeared in his head. He was losing. It repeated itself over and over again, tormenting him as he did all he could to survive the fight, which wasn't much. Never in his life since he ascended to become the Hero of Time had he lost. He had triumphed, every time, no matter what obstacle was in his way. This opponent was like none he had ever faced in Hyrule or Termina. He was losing. He was going to die, and after that... She would go after Kyrie. Then the rest of Hyrule. He was losing. He stumbled, and Ursa grinned evilly as she sent her arrow after him.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°`°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Kyrie saw Link fall. She watched in horror as the arrow flew toward him. In less than a second it would be on him. One thought erupted in her brain.
STOP!
The arrow slowed, but she didn't notice as she thought turned into an audible voice.
"STOP! STOP STOP STOP!!!!!" The arrow halted in midair. Ursa stopped grinning. What had happened? The deadly shaft had stopped only two feet from Link, spinning slowly and silently. Link stared at the miracle. Somehow, incredibly, the arrow had stopped before it hit him, and now... Kyrie stepped out from behind the door, fire -or was it ice?- burned in her eyes. The arrow slowly turned to point toward the one who had shot it. Confusion was evident on Ursa's fast. Kyrie took a step out. Slowly, inching along, the arrow came toward Ursa. Kyrie took another step, and the arrow went twice as fast, crawling along. Another step. Twice again as fast. Two more steps, than another. The arrow stopped, spun into a blur, then hissed toward Ursa. The evil woman raised her hand up, as if to ward away the arrow, but it was no use. It hit her. She screamed, once, and was cut off as the projectile exploded inside of her. All three observers watched, one in shock, one in annoyance, and the last impassively. Black smoke furled out as Ursa died. Link covered his face so he wouldn't breath it in, but the other girl just stood and watched. The smoke dissipated, and there was nothing.
"Kyrie," Link breathed. Somehow, she had done it, he knew. She blinked, seeming to snap out of a trance. She looked around and saw Link, than ran to help him up.
"Are you alright?" she asked. He nodded, and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. "I...How... Killed..." She didn't seem to be able to speak properly. Link put an arm arounf her shoulder and pulled her close. He knew how horrible it was for her. He had gone throught the same thing after he had first killed someone not a beast. He held her until she stopped shaking, than stepped back.
"Okay, now?" he asked. Kyrie nodded dumbly. "I don't know how you did it, but I'm grateful. You saved my life. Let's get out of here, now."
"Yeah," she agreed.
-Clink-
They both looked up.
"Wha-" Kyrie started.
-Clink-
They looked around, confused, as more sounds started up.
-Graaaaate-
-Chinchinchinchinchink-
The sounds could be likened to the sound of the drawbridge being opened. Up, they looked, and stared. The grates that Kyrie had walked on to get across to the rooms were now being pulled into the walls. The torch flames flickered and crackled as drafts moved through them. Iron bars slammed shut over the exit door.
The creator of the dungeon drew her blades. They were fine blades, each about five inches long, and another four with the hilt. They were silvery, shining, and polished, so that they gave no hint of all the blood that had been spilled with them. The hilt was black, with diamond pommelstones. She licked each one, in the same kind of ritual she used every time she was going to kill an opponent. Than she jumped from the platform.
Samara serGarek was out for blood.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°End of Chapter 10°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
A/N: whatcha think? Pleez be honest- wait. On second thought, don't be honest. Just be nice, k? :)
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°10°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Three arrows, quickly, flew toward Link. He jumped out of the way of two of them and blocked the third with his shield it shattered with a sharp -ping- and jarred the hero's arm. If one hit him, it would go all the way through... No, better not to think of that. He sprinted forward, jabbing at Ursa with the sword, but she was up, jumping right over him. Link swung his sword up, but missed as Ursa turned and fired another arrow at him. Link rolled quickly out of the way as the projectile smashed against the rock, leaving pockmarks in the hard stone. He had hardly recovered from his roll when another four arrows came toward him in quick succession. He had no time to dodge, so he crouched behind his shield and gritted his teeth as each arrow hit and sent shockwaves through his bones. They continued this little game of cat and mouse for a while, then the archer seemed to get bored. She hesitated, then pulled black energy seemingly out of nowhere. It formed itself into something of an arrow, and Ursa notched it, drawing the string back to her ear. She smiled.
Link had not, of course just stayed and stared at all of this. He was attempting to rush her again. Ursa aimed the black arrow straight at him. Link knew he had to get out of the way. He dodged to the side, not a moment too soon, as the arrow streaked by about 3 feet from his face. Even at that distance, he felt intense heat -or was it cold?- on his cheek. The arrow smashed into the wall behind him, and exploded. Link dropped and covered himself with his shield as shrapnel fell around him.
Kyrie did have to stay and watch all of this. Those arrows, she thought. He's slowing down, and as soon as he weakens enough one of them will kill him! She looked on helplessly as Link continued to dodge the seemingly endless volley of darkness. Explosion after explosion shook the rocks around them and made Kyrie's teeth chatter. She felt each blast pound deep within her chest, just like the fireworks on Independence Day. These were different, though, darker, evil, and painful. The fireworks were exhilerating and beautiful. This was ugly, and terrible. It had to stop, but how? She had no weapons, no plans, nothing! She could only watch and hope that somehow Link could win.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°`°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Link was tiring. He knew it, Ursa knew it, and the cause of all this misfortune in Hyrule knew it as well. She watched as she stood on the first level of the dungeon. The light of the torches played off of her appealing features. Her skin was ghostly pale, her lips tinged the lightest pink. Her hair was unruly, short and black. It stood out in stark contrast against her ivory skin. She looked thoughtful. Perhaps she would not be needed to kill Link. She did, however, doubt that Ursa could take on the rival. It would be a shame for the archer to die, as she was faithful and quite useful, but once she herself had killed the rival, she would be richly rewarded and would have no need for underlings. So she would let the minion have at it. It didn't matter.
So she thought.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°`°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Link tried desperately to catch his breath, but it was no use. Arrow after arrow crashed around him, constantly keeping him on his toes. He was soaked with so much sweat it looked as if he might have been swimming in Lake Hylia. A direct hit with one of those arrows would kill him, he knew. He couldn't even get away long enough to think straight. Only one thought appeared in his head. He was losing. It repeated itself over and over again, tormenting him as he did all he could to survive the fight, which wasn't much. Never in his life since he ascended to become the Hero of Time had he lost. He had triumphed, every time, no matter what obstacle was in his way. This opponent was like none he had ever faced in Hyrule or Termina. He was losing. He was going to die, and after that... She would go after Kyrie. Then the rest of Hyrule. He was losing. He stumbled, and Ursa grinned evilly as she sent her arrow after him.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°`°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
Kyrie saw Link fall. She watched in horror as the arrow flew toward him. In less than a second it would be on him. One thought erupted in her brain.
STOP!
The arrow slowed, but she didn't notice as she thought turned into an audible voice.
"STOP! STOP STOP STOP!!!!!" The arrow halted in midair. Ursa stopped grinning. What had happened? The deadly shaft had stopped only two feet from Link, spinning slowly and silently. Link stared at the miracle. Somehow, incredibly, the arrow had stopped before it hit him, and now... Kyrie stepped out from behind the door, fire -or was it ice?- burned in her eyes. The arrow slowly turned to point toward the one who had shot it. Confusion was evident on Ursa's fast. Kyrie took a step out. Slowly, inching along, the arrow came toward Ursa. Kyrie took another step, and the arrow went twice as fast, crawling along. Another step. Twice again as fast. Two more steps, than another. The arrow stopped, spun into a blur, then hissed toward Ursa. The evil woman raised her hand up, as if to ward away the arrow, but it was no use. It hit her. She screamed, once, and was cut off as the projectile exploded inside of her. All three observers watched, one in shock, one in annoyance, and the last impassively. Black smoke furled out as Ursa died. Link covered his face so he wouldn't breath it in, but the other girl just stood and watched. The smoke dissipated, and there was nothing.
"Kyrie," Link breathed. Somehow, she had done it, he knew. She blinked, seeming to snap out of a trance. She looked around and saw Link, than ran to help him up.
"Are you alright?" she asked. He nodded, and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. "I...How... Killed..." She didn't seem to be able to speak properly. Link put an arm arounf her shoulder and pulled her close. He knew how horrible it was for her. He had gone throught the same thing after he had first killed someone not a beast. He held her until she stopped shaking, than stepped back.
"Okay, now?" he asked. Kyrie nodded dumbly. "I don't know how you did it, but I'm grateful. You saved my life. Let's get out of here, now."
"Yeah," she agreed.
-Clink-
They both looked up.
"Wha-" Kyrie started.
-Clink-
They looked around, confused, as more sounds started up.
-Graaaaate-
-Chinchinchinchinchink-
The sounds could be likened to the sound of the drawbridge being opened. Up, they looked, and stared. The grates that Kyrie had walked on to get across to the rooms were now being pulled into the walls. The torch flames flickered and crackled as drafts moved through them. Iron bars slammed shut over the exit door.
The creator of the dungeon drew her blades. They were fine blades, each about five inches long, and another four with the hilt. They were silvery, shining, and polished, so that they gave no hint of all the blood that had been spilled with them. The hilt was black, with diamond pommelstones. She licked each one, in the same kind of ritual she used every time she was going to kill an opponent. Than she jumped from the platform.
Samara serGarek was out for blood.
ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸, ø¤º°End of Chapter 10°º¤ø ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
A/N: whatcha think? Pleez be honest- wait. On second thought, don't be honest. Just be nice, k? :)
