Sorry guys, this chapter is like--UBER short, though necessary. I really wanted to devote a chapter just to writing a fight scene, and I figure that this is a key moment in the story--well at least to me it is. I hope you like it, I enjoyed writing it (as I do with all of my fight scenes).
R&R I'll have a new chapter up shortly, I'm on a roll tonight
Disclaimer: I don't own zelda or anything like that...
Chapter Eight: The First Battle
The crew had gathered on the deck of the great schooner known as the Kriashase, where they had heard a fight was to take place. Link was standing in the center of the circle of crewmen, his broadsword strapped to his back, shield atop it, with five small pouches around his belt. It was the first time that the crew had seen him with his full armament on him, and they were all astounded at the way it all fit perfectly onto his body, each pouch and weapon having its own place. Aldrien was standing outside of the circle, staring intently at his target, thumbing the hilts of his twin long knives that were strapped to his hips. Two pouches were strapped to his sword-belt, one of them empty, the other acting as a wallet.
Aldrien stepped into the circle, assuming a posture as offensive as defensive, and pulled his knives from their sheathes. Link drew his broadsword and shield, and nodded his readiness, waiting for the assassin to make his move.
It took but a fraction of a second for the fight to spring into motion, blades whirring and spinning, clashing together with such force that the crewmen stepped back. And for the first few moments, neither elf seemed to have the offense, for no openings appeared, and no defenses fell even for a moment.
The two elves, however, knew much more about the battle than did the crew. Link stared hard at his opponent, watching for the opening that would guarantee his victory, waiting for the famed assassin to choke. He knew that it would come, and he knew that he would find it. After all, the years of fighting demons and monsters both of Ganondorf and not would have to prove to some benefit.
But he was pulled back to reality when Aldrien kicked low, a sweeping motion that Link was barely able to jump over. The left of the two blades cut a high arc over Aldrien's head, and the right jabbed to the midsection, but Link's own sword and shield halted the knives before they were able to do their damage. Link grinned for a moment and flung his arms out wide with all of his strength, throwing Aldrien's arms in opposite directions with such force that the prince faltered. The opening had appeared, and Link took advantage, quickly bringing his broadsword to the front in a sweeping horizontal arc, and readying himself for contact.
But that contact never came.
Aldrien threw himself backward into a roll before the strike could ever make contact, tucking his head to his chest, and came up with a hop. He launched himself forward in a daring rush, right blade extended, left out wide, ready to come across in a devastating sweep. It was a reckless move by Link's standards, and provided another opening.
The elder Hylian ducked below the left blade and launched his shield into the right, turning as Aldrien passed. He threw his feet out, sending Aldrien sprawling onto his stomach, and pinned him squarely, broadsword held to the back of the insulted assassin's neck.
"The fight is mine. You shall act as my subordinate and student for the duration of my quest or until I personally give you leave, is that understood?"
Aldrien threw himself up, knocking Link away. He gathered his blades and sheathed them, then stormed down the stairs to his quarters with little more than a disapproving glare.
R&R I'll have a new chapter up shortly, I'm on a roll tonight
Disclaimer: I don't own zelda or anything like that...
Chapter Eight: The First Battle
The crew had gathered on the deck of the great schooner known as the Kriashase, where they had heard a fight was to take place. Link was standing in the center of the circle of crewmen, his broadsword strapped to his back, shield atop it, with five small pouches around his belt. It was the first time that the crew had seen him with his full armament on him, and they were all astounded at the way it all fit perfectly onto his body, each pouch and weapon having its own place. Aldrien was standing outside of the circle, staring intently at his target, thumbing the hilts of his twin long knives that were strapped to his hips. Two pouches were strapped to his sword-belt, one of them empty, the other acting as a wallet.
Aldrien stepped into the circle, assuming a posture as offensive as defensive, and pulled his knives from their sheathes. Link drew his broadsword and shield, and nodded his readiness, waiting for the assassin to make his move.
It took but a fraction of a second for the fight to spring into motion, blades whirring and spinning, clashing together with such force that the crewmen stepped back. And for the first few moments, neither elf seemed to have the offense, for no openings appeared, and no defenses fell even for a moment.
The two elves, however, knew much more about the battle than did the crew. Link stared hard at his opponent, watching for the opening that would guarantee his victory, waiting for the famed assassin to choke. He knew that it would come, and he knew that he would find it. After all, the years of fighting demons and monsters both of Ganondorf and not would have to prove to some benefit.
But he was pulled back to reality when Aldrien kicked low, a sweeping motion that Link was barely able to jump over. The left of the two blades cut a high arc over Aldrien's head, and the right jabbed to the midsection, but Link's own sword and shield halted the knives before they were able to do their damage. Link grinned for a moment and flung his arms out wide with all of his strength, throwing Aldrien's arms in opposite directions with such force that the prince faltered. The opening had appeared, and Link took advantage, quickly bringing his broadsword to the front in a sweeping horizontal arc, and readying himself for contact.
But that contact never came.
Aldrien threw himself backward into a roll before the strike could ever make contact, tucking his head to his chest, and came up with a hop. He launched himself forward in a daring rush, right blade extended, left out wide, ready to come across in a devastating sweep. It was a reckless move by Link's standards, and provided another opening.
The elder Hylian ducked below the left blade and launched his shield into the right, turning as Aldrien passed. He threw his feet out, sending Aldrien sprawling onto his stomach, and pinned him squarely, broadsword held to the back of the insulted assassin's neck.
"The fight is mine. You shall act as my subordinate and student for the duration of my quest or until I personally give you leave, is that understood?"
Aldrien threw himself up, knocking Link away. He gathered his blades and sheathed them, then stormed down the stairs to his quarters with little more than a disapproving glare.