Chapter 71: Endgame – Wheels of Fate
Climax Arc – Birth of the Enlightened
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda; this is just a Fan Fiction
Featured Music: "Episode Closing Theme" – Dragonball Z OST. Chapter Briefing.
"The Instinct" – Killer Instinct (2013) OST. Scene 1 (First Half).
"Pressure Stairs" – YS VI: The Ark of Napishtim OST. Scene 1 (First Half).
"The Successor of Almarion"; Scaverin's Theme (B) – YS VI Online: The Ark of Napishtim OST. Scene 1 (Second Half).
"Ernst" – YS VI: The Ark of Napishtim OST. Scene 2 (First & Second Halves).
In the greatest fight of their lives, and a runback of near-godlike proportions, Link and Raynard at long last had their final go-around; an incredible battle fit only for the eternal rivalry that burned in their hearts for five long years. Their fight in the world championships' grand finals echoed that of their original clash in the Hylian Hyrax; the national championships of the Hyrule kingdom.
This time, however as opposed to the very first clash they had in the Hylian Hyrax, it is Link who steps out on top. In reparation for his mistakes in his original timeline, having witnessed Raynard and his other companions' deaths, Link manages to ease his massive guilt by at long last convincing his old-time friend and rival Raynard to stand down; a feat only doable after their monumental clash in the world championships' grand finals.
In his very first excursion through the world championships, Link clashed with another old-time rival and friend, a comrade-in-arms with the same teacher they both served under; former Kaiohdrahl national champion, Ragnar Romanov. In having surprisingly easily beaten the much-more battle-hardened man, Link received words of encouragement that will stay with him for years to come; words that have motivated him to reach the grand finals alone and steal the title for himself.
"Win today. Do our dojo proud… do Sathryon proud… if anyone deserves to win here today…
It's you."
In taking the deceased Ragnar's final request Link manages to find himself, once and for all after his five-year long adventure across Aurelia, world champion. Following years of constantly qualifying for each national championship's grand finals, Link finally proves his brutal sifu's teaching correct and takes the title of 'world champion', at long last beating his raven-haired rival Raynard convincingly for the first time; even since his first time fighting with him in his original timeline.
The celebration for this moment, however sweet, is soon bittered however when he realises that the man who taught Raynard has been planning a nefarious concoction for the past five years.
A concerning notion indeed.
Regardless Impa, Zelda, Link, the rest of his companions and Raynard in tow now too all ready themselves for Scaverin's next manoeuvre; just as he promised the group five years previous in Gylomecia…
"The world will tremble when I am done."
Scene 1
VVVVVV…
The sound of Scaverin's powerful dark-aura Aegir echoed and hummed out quietly from within the outside of the Great Hall of the People; an area unmonitored by even the staff of the event and the building itself. He hovered and stood imposingly over the deceased body of Ragnar Romanov himself, seemingly having procured the cadaver from the authorities that previously retrieved it. As the formerly-living man's body began to shimmer and the colour began to drain from it, so too did the dark aura of Aegir encapsulating Scaverin's own frame, coating the immediate area around them in a dark-purple tint.
"Ngh…"
The robed man grunted out, ruined and near-useless eyes widening behind the bandana he wore, suddenly halting from his ritual to grab at his chest, leaning his body back and his torso and head forward, as if the breath were suddenly knocked from him.
An odd feeling of otherworldly glory filled him; enlightenment, torment, domination, judgement and divinity. All five godlike sensations and states of mind filled not only his mind, but his very soul; Scaverin could barely utter a word, memories from not just his earlier experiences and adventures across Aurelia encapsulating his form, but also memories of his former self from other timelines.
Memories of the original timeline; a forgotten one in which he died… and the one in which his master's enemy had originated from.
VVV…
DROOM
His realisation at long last came together in a massive explosion of Aegir and otherworldly power, easily annihilating the back-end of the Great Hall's construction. Scaverin's still ruined eyes widened, he lowered his arched and robed back down to a forward standing position; much had changed of the man not just spiritually, but physically as well. His previously near-immaculate robe had been stressed and ripped, frayed at the ends from the sheer strength he now exuded, meshing fairly well with the new shocking sight on his once-bald head; atop it now lay a beautifully-blue flaming head of hair, made completely of Aegir, giving off a quiet yet powerful hum to match the sparks of electricity now covering his slim figure. His robe behind him broke even further when sheer wings itself stabbed and jutted out from his back.
Raven-black in colour, capable of anything and said to be a dire omen, sat flapping lightly upon his back. Hardly even thinking about it, Scaverin found his form lightly levitating off the ground from his new godlike wings, turning his shocked blind eyes down to his calloused fingers and arms in sheer shock. Although his eyes were still ruined from his visit to Stralanavia five years prior, his vision had somehow been strengthened by both ordeals; now able to visibly see magical outlines of his fingers and hands below him.
I've done it, he thought to himself, eyes widening in near disbelief.
"I've ascended."
The eyebrows he wore so well furrowed as he re-rose his flaming-haired head; eyes narrowing, the sound of his right fist clenching echoed out around the outside of the area he stood in, his massive aura of Aegir burning the grass he stood on.
"Now…," he began, at long last speaking. His baritone, now echoing with the power he agreed with so fiercely reverberated across the walls of reality, as if a god itself or the Sainted Three themselves were speaking. "I have one last thing to do…"
"… and the world champion… is Link Firbrand!"
YEAAAAAAAAAA-
DROOOOOOM
"What the hell was that?!"
'Tasty' Seth's surprised call, from inside of the somewhat safe commentator's box high above the ring, echoed out of the small Gossip Stone with which he spoke into, barely keeping seated as he did.
"I'm… I'm not sure Seth…," the gasping Mr. Marshall managed out, grabbing hold of his seat and the desk before him in an attempt not to fall from the sheer strength of the earthquake exuding around them all. "Whatever it may be… a natural disaster or just a small hiccup… let's hope it ends soon!"
Almost as if in response to the man's wary words, another rumble of sheer strength echoed out around them to match the explosion of Aegir and magical power, seeming to come from their southern directions.
DROOOOOM-CRUMBLE-CRUMBLE…
The barely-standing Link, still massively-injured and fatigued from his fateful clash with Raynard, could only widen both oceanic eyes in the explosion's direction. His heart sunk deep into the lower half of his body, a kind of worrying and similarly sinking feeling filling him.
Oh no, he thought.
"I should have listened to Impa-sensei and Zel."
This is gonna go really bad.
CRASSSSH
The wall at long last gave way to the force of nature hiding behind it; a new form near-indistinguishable to all who gazed at it. The fallen Raynard, similarly exhausted, could only swing his tousled and spiky-haired head in the direction of the explosion only to widen his own chestnut-brown eyes at the sight.
What seemed to be a levitating form of his mentor Scaverin rested in the air before them all, a small grin growing on his expression. A massive aura of Quintessence and Aegir filled his body like fire, meshing well with the godlike wings of black and magic that jutted out from his back. Although the robe he once wore as a mortal was tore and ripped, he carried an air of divinity and absolution; a trait marked well by the fiery Aegir-originated hair sitting upon his once-bald head.
"Link Firbrand…,"
The named youth himself rose both eyebrows ahead of himself, shocked at the sight he saw before him. The once-mortal form of Scaverin smirked back at him, re-opening his echoing baritone to continue.
"It seems you've done quite a lot for my unworthy little protégé…,"
Link held back a gasp as he turned his blonde-haired head 'round to the fallen Raynard on his right; a look of shock and hurt that the watching Raynard himself shared, almost unable to believe his mentor's words.
"It's interesting to me how deeply involved you seem to be with these mysteries of the Niylahns…," Scaverin began again, his smirk carrying him on as his slim body levitated in mid-air. "I wanted to make you pay for imprisoning the great lord Ganondorf…"
The listening young Hylian tilted his head at the older man, brow furrowing in suspicion and disdain.
"But if I thought that if I let you and this last remaining rat of the Van Garrick clan fight it out like dogs… I'm sure I could find a way to exploit it somehow…," he chuckled on, pupil-less eyes narrowing in his widening grin. "Ah… the Niylahns…,"
Link and Raynard listened carefully, their memories going back to opposing texts they once read back in their home country of Hyrule.
"The great prehistoric civilisation on the Aurelian continent which gave rise to the Hylians… and a draconian dynasty…,"
The watching Zelda from far-off in the competitor's box made a wincing expression as she also listened, knowing of her own family's sordid history.
"It was with the power of the ancient city of Dragowald and Laminite technology that this civilisation of ours reached glorious heights indeed…," Scaverin chuckled on malevolently, knowing and enlightened. "Laminite… ah… what a miraculous product!"
The listening Raynard grunted from his fallen position on the ground, still far too damaged and fatigued to even attempt to move.
"Much of what you both witness here is due to the legacy of the gods themselves, the Sainted Three, made at the pinnacle of the Niylahn civilisation…," he continued on. "It was said that when the Sainted Three left this plane of existence for their own, the only reminder of their existence was that of the holy triangle itself… the Triforce pieces."
Zelda and Link, in opposing directions, couldn't help but grit their teeth together as they clenched the backs of their left hands.
"However… what many don't seem to realise is… when the Sainted Three left this world, their bodies and wings became white statues… these same white statues held in great honour and respect, deep within the walls of Hyrule Castle itself."
That adds up, Link thought to himself, oceanic eyes widening in realisation.
Hyrule was the capital of Aurelia itself, after all.
"Now, with these raven wings of black capable of anything, I have finally done it," Scaverin began again, his toothy smirk widening. "I have succeeded Alphanion the ABSOLUTE!" He exclaimed out, his otherworldly baritone echoing and reverberating across the walls of the Great Hall, leaving the watching audience murmuring and some scrambling to leave in fear. "Torment, Domination, Judgement, Divinity and, finally, Enlightenment; they are all mine now… aspects of absolution that I have worked tirelessly to comprehend… and make my own."
"Why, Scaverin?" Link batted back at last, finally re-opening his mouth to respond to the once-mortal Hylian. "I don't understand… Ray doesn't wanna fight anymore! There's no need for any of this! Why endanger any more people?!"
"You always did have such a low ambition for a warrior… what that boy sees in you… I will never know," the divine being muttered out, his otherworldly baritone echoing as powerfully as the aura of Aegir he carried billowed. "A sentiment I share… with both your holy triangle piece… and your princess'…"
Link held back a gasp as he felt his left arm suddenly jerk, glow and leap forward in Scaverin's direction; the holy-like being himself reached out with one of his open-palmed hands, the Aegir-shroud around him billowing as he did.
"Wha-?!"
Similarly, Zelda far-off in the competitor's box, squeaked out in surprise as she was suddenly jerked toward the ring; sea-blue eyes widened, she reached down for her left palm, extra hand placed over it as if to halt it from glowing somehow. Just as with her old friend's, hers also burned intensely; the left piece of the holy triangle, Triforce of Wisdom, as if it were reacting to something. Similarly in reaction, the frowning-faced Zelda re-asserted her surprised expression into a hardened frown before re-setting her feet and rising up her left hand.
Back-facing forward, she shut her eyes and a small aura of Quintessence coated her slender form, her shoulder-length blonde hair lifting up with her as she did. Link's own piece in retaliation found a similar answer; the shock-faced youth seemed to regain his footing and clenched his left fingers back into a fist. Eyes narrowed, he felt the holy triangle of courage refuel his physical and spiritual energy as well as his very Aegir itself.
A phenomenon not seen since his last go-around with his mortal enemy in the time he originated from.
He managed to clock Zelda redirecting the power of her own holy triangle piece or, at the very least the energy, over to the wide-eyed Raynard lying on the ground; the shocked raven-haired rival could only issue out a light-voiced grunt before he found a similar golden-shaded aura covering him. The young mercenary, very carefully, stood back to his near-ruined boots and looked himself over, as if unable to believe it; he exchanged a brow-furrowed look with the nodding-faced Link, soon re-eyeing the clueless-eyes Scaverin.
"What is this…?" He began, glaring back at the two young men. "A redirection…? I should have absolute command over these pieces… if I truly am the successor to Alphanion… hmph… no matter,"
Link and Raynard found themselves resetting their fists into a readied stance, their energies restored.
"Now… Hero of Time…," Scaverin began again, his disappointed frown slowly switching up into a knowledgeable-faced smirk. "Prepare thyself… to witness a power greater than even Alphanion HIMSELF!"
2
SUCCESSOR TO ALPHANION
SCAVERIN, THE ENLIGHTENED ONE
KRRRSSSSHHHH…
The sound of the already-annihilated arena being run through echoed out throughout the Great Hall, sending tiles and wreckage everywhere in Scaverin's sudden forward-charging wake; he shot ahead toward the wide-eyed pair of Hylian youths, both arms brandishing a massive shroud of power and Quintessence. His Aegir-made hair, fierce and proud, billowed boldly as he shot through the air and slammed the gasping and yelling Raynard to get to Link, sending him sailing and tailspinning away from the sheer level of strength with which he now carried.
A godlike and divine one.
Although the shirtless Link attempted a swift swinging slam with his left elbow, the otherworldly Scaverin somehow managed to evade it by phasing his sheer body through the attack, leaving the wide-eyed Link shocked and defenceless.
FWIP
CRACCCCCK
"Urngh…!"
CRASSSH-RUMBLE-RUMBLE…
Link grunted out in effort as he pushed up off the ground he was sent sprawling on to side-flip to a recovery position, landing swiftly on one knee. Even having recovered from his own side far-off out of the ring, the gasping Raynard watched on in sheer shock and what seemed to be horror; almost as if he were unable to believe the very sight of what he saw, he stared in an agape-faced maw, mouth held open as he did.
Sensing their companion requiring assistance, the narrow-eyed Alwyn, Barkner, Vassia and Veronika all rushed in, intentions ready. Unfortunately for them, however, the smirking Scaverin turned his body 'round mid-flight somehow and slammed a lariat arm into the wide-eyed Barkner's rock-like chest. The shock-faced Goron managed a single cough as he was sent up briefly into the air before finally letting go.
VWEEEEE…
The watching audience, or those that were left, all finally began to panic and run from their seats as the shut-eyed Barkner's form was sent careering toward one of their stands, easily breaking through the protective aura of Quintessence built up earlier to block them from harm.
CRASSSSSSSSSHHHH
As the narrow-eyed Link had recovered by now, he rushed at the laughing Scaverin, causing him to swing his fiery-locked head 'round to face him. With as much or perhaps more effort, he took off in sudden pursuit, slamming both arms powered by Aegir into the grunting Link's, beginning a power struggle between the two.
"HEYT!"
SLAMMM
Link attempted with most of his might, to slam a knee directly into the grunting Scaverin's chin; a mere quick movement that saw neither move too far from their current positions.
"Hrngh…!"
Scaverin grunted out a second time as he began to utilise his new near-godlike power to grapple at the wide-eyed young Hylian, tossing him overhead before punctuating his counter-attack with a swift kick to the face.
CRACCCK
VWEEEEE…
KERRRASSSSSHHHH
With incredible flight, the shut-eyed youth was sent careering high up into the air, crashing painfully and noisily with the ceiling high above them all, the wreckage of which causing even further distress among the once-protected patrons and audience members.
"Soul Spark!"
FWISH…
The sound of a projectile coming toward the wide-eyed Scaverin made him dart his fiery-haired head in its direction before soon regaining the hungry-eyed grin he loved to sport so well and shot forward into the Soul Spark technique. Veronika, having fired it earlier, could only watch at him rush at her in sheer wide-eyed shock, unable to move, merely watching as her powerful projectile was eaten up by his divine aura itself.
SLAMMM
Veronika could barely cough as her face was suddenly gripped within Scaverin's fiery Aegir-like hand, powered by his aura, soon colliding roughly with the opposite audience's stand behind her. Like a sheer ragdoll itself, the poor Veronika endured an agonising experience of being dragged across the western audience stand, easily breaking apart the outside of its well-made construction.
SKRRRRRR
As she was eaten up by the inside of the audience stand, Scaverin pursued by flying his divine-like being inside and laughed madly as he pulled back his arm before swiftly tossing a projectile back at her.
VWEEE…
CRASSSSSHHHH
The poor Veronika yelled out in anguish as she was sent sailing and colliding roughly with one of the Great Hall's walls, near-breaking it apart in the velocity she flew with.
"Wait! Vickie!"
Scaverin chuckled lowly, head swinging to his far-right in swift realisation to who spoke; his godlike figure shimmered before vanishing and re-appearing. As it did, the high-flying Link, Vassia and Alwyn, now joined up together stopped suddenly in mid-air with similar gasps when the laughing Scaverin re-appeared abruptly and shockingly in their faces.
SLAMMM-CRICK
Alwyn and Vassia could barely let out gasps as the grinning Scaverin slammed both robed biceps into them, Link merely grunting out from his enemy's left, as they were all traversing with him yet another audience stand. Scaverin, seemingly set on annihilating the rest of Draerith's Great Hall of the People, used all three close friends to ruin the stand; the once-robed summoner easily blew apart the seating area from the inside out. As Link himself collided with what seemed to be an iron girder, bringing it down with him, only Vassia and Alwyn were left within their foe's grip, flying with him into the Great Hall's southern wall.
CRASSSSSHHH
As the walls fell down around them, so too did the pillars of the Great Hall itself, bringing down a large part of the ceiling on the southern side. Thankfully, all those once remaining in the audience seating stand had successfully evacuated, leaving only wreckage and debris to simply fall down around the area. As the fallen Link himself had swiftly recovered from his position on the ground, he widened both oceanic eyes and took a cautious step back.
FWOOSH…
The young Hylian realised the quick form of his foe, suddenly re-appearing in his face; in mid-air, the grinning Scaverin pulled back one of his flaming coated palms and fired a sphere of magical energy at the youth.
VWEEE…
CRASSSH
The young Hero of Time was sent sprawling and rolling across the ground and into the wreckage behind him. Scaverin followed up with a quick series of projectiles, catching the ground where the narrow-eyed Link had swiftly recovered and began simply running through it all; with both muscled arms crossed diagonally across his similarly bare chest Link bore the full brunt of the madly-laughing Scaverin's projectile assault, a hardened scowl of grit-teeth rent across his expression.
By the time he even reached the once-mortal summoner, Scaverin's savage assault of projectiles managed to leave burn marks and small injuries across his chest and arms, blood trickling down every here and there.
"For your blasphemous crimes against lord Ganondorf… and for defying your rightful new god…!" Scaverin began again, ruined eyes slowly widening at the sight before him in sheer hunger, a sphere of powerful purple-shaded energy rapidly-charging in his right palm. "DIE!"
FWOOSH…
CRASSSH
"Urgh…!"
Although the grunting Link attempted with great effort to at least leap himself out of the projectile's way, it was simply far too large and crashed directly into him, sending the young blonde careering back through the air.
VWEEEEE…
KERRRRRRASSSSSHHHHHH
Like his comrades before him, the Hero of Time's body collided roughly with another audience stand to the east, bringing down yet more debris and wreckage around them all.
"No, Link!"
The sound of the horrified Zelda and Malon's call made the watching Impa from the safety of the competitor's box grit her teeth together and twitch her narrowed blood-coloured eye. When she saw the similarly horrified Raynard staring back at the mad-faced Scaverin, a look of paralysation written across his expression, Impa's both eyes narrowed this time and she growled under her breath.
"Stay here."
With that simple advice, she took off suddenly and abruptly, leaving the gasping Zelda and Malon together in the competitor's box, her destination; the stupefied form of Raynard. Thankfully for the wisely-moving Sheikah, the mad-laughing Scaverin was far too focused on his own glory, leaving her room and time to approach the shocked young Hylian before her. When she finally reached him, she reached down and caught his shoulders, glaring down at him.
"You!"
Raynard's expression remained unchanged, his chestnut-brown eyes still firmly-focused on his former mentor before them all, intimidating and frightening.
"Wake up!"
With that shout, the wide-eyed Raynard managed to gasp and swing his spiky-haired head in his blonde rival's mentor's direction above him, realising she was even speaking to him.
"I know he was your teacher but this is more than that now!" Impa called out loudly above the din of the fighting behind her. "I realise you've been at odds with me… with Zelda and the royal family… even with Link… but I believe in him. And he believes in you!"
The listening Raynard's eyes twitched in a mixture of half-shock and confirmation, an open-mouthed frown hanging on his expression.
"Right now you're the only factor that can actually make a difference here! If even Link's struggling… how do you expect anyone else to keep up?" The hard-eyed Sheikah finished her last sentence in a lowly-spoken sentence, fire-red eyes narrowing as she did.
It suddenly hit the listening Raynard, and hard to boot; he widened both chestnut-brown eyes and held back a gasp.
She's right, he thought to himself.
I'm the only one other than him that even stands a chance.
Why am I so afraid?
Almost as if sensing his very inward thoughts, the smirking-faced Scaverin's form very abruptly and impossibly appeared behind the gasping Impa; she let go of the young man's shoulders and swung her silver-haired head 'round to face the divine-like being behind her but she was simply far too late and far too slow to keep up with him.
VVVVV…
SLAMMM-VWEEEE…
Impa could barely let out a pained grunt as she was struck by a near-invisible blow that the smirking-faced summoner issued her with; he watched her fly through the air and crash into one of the many destroyed audience stands he'd used earlier as destruction before double-taking in the wide-eyed direction of the shocked-faced Raynard. They stared at one another for around half a second before, finally, the watching Scaverin let out a light little chuckle, malevolent and knowing.
Although both his eyes were still as ruined as when the two Hylians travelled to Stralanavia, he widened their ghost-like depths back at the young black-haired warrior and, like magic, an invisible shot of Aegir fired out from them, crashing into him and sending him careering backward through the air.
VWEEE…
CRASSSSSHHH
In little time at all, the group of world championship-qualifiers had all seemingly recovered, sporting new wounds across their tattered clothes and bodies. The martial artists all stepped out from their prisons of wreckage and debris before slowly approaching the smirking-faced summoner hovering in the centre of the ruined ring itself, his massive aura of Quintessence and power fiery and filling his body.
As they approached the once-mortal man levitating before them all, their own small auras by comparison rising in conjunction with his own, the air began to shimmer from the sheer level of strength of all warriors combined.
It truly was the greatest showdown between all the world's strongest.
"There is nothing any of you can say… and nothing any of you can do," the smirking Scaverin uttered out, his otherworldly baritone echoing and knocking off the ruined walls of the Great Hall. He folded his tattered-robed arms at them all, almost as if he were waiting for them to attack. "Mere mortals cannot dare to even hope to compete with a god…"
Still hovering strong in his folded-armed state, the smirking-faced Scaverin easily took the quick-approaching Link's next superfast barrage of strikes and punches, his body merely jerking from the intense pressure laid upon him. Soon joined by the yelling Barkner and then Alwyn, Scaverin's now divine body took an incredible amount of punishing and showed no signs of injury…
Or even fatigue.
Link, Vassia, Veronika and Raynard all hung around the air, pulling their arms and legs back all to fire forward their respective projectiles; a Shinku Hadoken, Sunset Wheel, Soul Spark and Final Reppuken, all in respective timing.
BZZZZT…
GRAB-GRAB
As Scaverin attempted to grapple at the wide-eyed Alwyn and Barkner, they very quickly air-dashed back to avoid it as well as the fast-incoming Aegir-assaults by their friends surrounding them.
VWEEE…
KERRRASSSSHHHH
All projectiles joined together as they successfully connected with the smirking-faced Scaverin and, seemingly causing little but an explosion and clouds in its wake. Scaverin, perhaps wise to, opted to retreat back down from the air to land on the ruined arena beneath him, soon pursued by the yelling Barkner; the impatient Goron shot down and, using his powers, curled himself into a rocky ball and dropped himself down like an anchor rapidly descending to the ground beneath him.
CRASSSSH
"Urgh…!"
Barkner's very mortal body knocked harmlessly against the sheer aura of strength that was Scaverin's new divine-like holy being, tailspinning slowly backward with his boulder-brown eyes firmly clenched shut in pain. Scaverin laughed as he followed up with a swift roundhouse double-kick, bending his body down to grapple at the ground and spin himself horizontally in doing so.
SLAMMM
VWEEE…
As the poor Goron was sent sprawling across the floor, the narrow-eyed Veronika and Vassia gave immediate chase through the air, their small yet strong arms pulsating with Aegir.
CRACCCK
The laughing Scaverin ran forward to meet their charge with his own, tackling the pair of young women in mid-air with a double-armed lariat, immediately dropping them. The formerly-mortal summoner merely continued his quick sprint, soon yelling out in effort as he pulled back a leg to kick up at the fallen Barkner, sending him yelping and flying up into the air.
"HRNGH!"
VVV…
VWOOSH
The wide-eyed demi-god fired a brutal-looking Aegir projectile of his own, this one massive and light-green in shade; as it collided roughly with Barkner's form, it sent him careering and spinning through the air, his yells soon distorting and vanishing into the deep distance behind him.
As Link re-joined the struggle, also soon joined by the narrow-eyed Sheik behind him having recently transformed herself to assist, he widened both oceanic eyes when the grinning-faced Scaverin below them both managed to move without alerting them; a sign of his incredible uptake on speed.
FWIP
CRASSSSH
Another Aegir projectile, this one much like the last, was flicked from the once-mortal man's finger; as if it were a mere speck of dirt, it crashed noisily and painfully into the poor Sheik's body, sending her yelling back through the air whence she came.
"Zel!"
SLAMMM
His attention having been broken from the battle, Link yelled out in similar agony as the narrow-eyed Scaverin sunk his godlike fist into the young Hylian's face, sending him back through the air. When he landed, gasping weakly as he did, the youth's eyes snapped up to his top-right when he clocked a pair of raging-hot projectiles, veering off toward him from the hand of the low-smirking Scaverin.
VWEEE…
CRASSSSH-CRASSSHHHH
As the smoke subsided and the gasping Link, having wisely utilised his Aegir to nullify the attacks successfully recovered, he widened both eyes when he witnessed the ever-smirking Scaverin sailing slowly toward him, hovering and levitating. The formerly-mortal summoner hung both opened-up palms horizontally to his sides, almost as if to welcome some kind of divine-like embrace as he slowly advanced menacingly on the blonde youth.
The narrow-eyed Link pulled his arms back and, narrowing both oceanic eyes at the fast-approaching man, charged his Aegir rapidly.
"Kaen-Sendan…," he began lowly, blonde-haired head held lowly, his tousled-ponytailed head slowly rising up in conjunction with his rapidly-rising power. Widening both cerulean eyes again he yelled out in effort, baritone voice knocking powerfully against the broken walls of the Great Hall. "HADOOOKEEEEEN!"
FRRR-VWOOSH…
KERRRRASSSSSHHHHHH
As the smoke from the martial artist's own attack soon faded, so too did the look of excitement on its caster when he saw the look on his foe's face and the result; Scaverin hovered still in the air, seemingly completely unharmed by the powerful technique, tilting his Aegir-fiery haired head down at the young blonde man, a small malevolent chuckle upon his lips.
Both of Link's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, unable to believe the sheer sight before him.
That was the height of my Aegir and spiritual power, he thought to himself worriedly.
"This is bad…"
GRAB
"Ngh…!"
SLAMMM
With little regard for the youth, Scaverin chuckled on as he slammed his right fist directly into the gasping Link's face, sending him rolling and sprawling helplessly across the ruined ground before them both.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Scaverin swung his head 'round and narrowed both eyes only to find the yelling Raynard flying his slim form directly at him in a rapidly-approaching charge, his own aura of Aegir almost as fiery as his former mentor's.
"Heh…"
He jerked his head back to avoid the swift but reckless vertical air-punch, reaching forward for the youth with one of his burning hands; Raynard widened both chestnut-brown eyes and jerked his own body back in mid-air to avoid the grapple, utilising his Aegir-control to remain suspended in mid-air. In a swift back-flip, he yelled out in effort as he slammed a single vertical descending axe kick down on his foe's left shoulder, air-flipping backward again as if to avoid a sudden counter-attack.
As Raynard landed in the ground, his weathered boot dug deep into the ruined arena below them both before he pressed forward again in a second assault; this one a simple but brutal-looking vertical punch, aimed up at his once-Hylian foe's chin. When the strike did little to even stun the smirking-faced Scaverin, the watching Raynard in a fit of disbelief, widened both eyes and back-dashed through the air as he charged up waves of Aegir in both hands.
"REPPUKEN!"
As he took multiple steps back in an attempt to stay back from the mad-faced summoner, the black-haired youth fired off a multitude of 'Reppuken' projectiles, each one making their shearing wind-elemental mark on the once-mortal man as he slowly levitated forward in menacing advance. Soon and, all of a sudden, the wide-eyed Scaverin laughed dementedly as he shot forward, slamming an arm into the poor young man's neck; a brutal lariat that saw him colliding roughly with one of the competitor's box's walls, easily causing a crater from the sheer strength with which he was thrown.
CRASSSSHHHH
Numerous pebbles, rocks and wreckage dropped down from the destruction caused, joined by the grunting Raynard, his eyes rolling back as he dropped back down to planet earth, landing painfully and agonisingly face-down. Seemingly having recovered from his own fall, the firmly-frowning form of Link stood on the far-opposite end of the ruined hall, both muscular arms resting at his side. Still in his fatigued state and covered head-to-toe in bruises and light marks of burns and blood, the blonde youth kept his hard-eyed stare on the levitating Scaverin as he began to march slowly forward.
"Is this truly all you can summon…?" The smirking Scaverin uttered out as he slowly swung his sanctimonious baritone on the young man, his voice echoing divinely against the walls of their battle arena. "The end of your pathetic friends' lives are imminent… and still you think to fight me with the same strength…?"
A beautiful-blue aura Aegir and Quintessence began to burn away and fill at the youth's body, leaving his chest unclothed and the sea-blue tunic he wore ripped at his legs. "It doesn't matter how strong you get Scaverin," Link at long last answered, oceanic eyes narrowing forward as he did. "You can't begin to and won't ever even touch the powers of the Sorcerer."
The watching Scaverin's smirk soon unfolded into an angered scowl, glaring the white spaces of his eyes directly at the youth. "And how would you know?"
A corner of Link's own frown soon upturned into a half-satisfied smirk, his memory soon recalling the events of his adventures across Termina and, more recently, his second life-or-death fight with Velkarez a mere five years prior. "Because I met him…," he began, his smirk widening just a little as he spoke. "Twice."
Almost as if he were unable to believe it, the watching Scaverin's white-coloured sclera widened before soon re-narrowing in suspicion and contempt. "Impossible… you…?"
Link allowed his smirk to open up into a light-voiced chuckle. "You'd be surprised what can happen in just a few years… you and your god were out of the game for a long time."
The watching and listening members of his group, all extremely fatigued and damaged severely from their foe's massive increase of power and quintessence, all opted to raise their hands in support of their bridged companion; a move that saw invisible streams of Aegir and power traverse across from all sides of the stadium to reach him.
"How dare you…," the once-Hylian robed summoner began again, a kind of angered and insulted tone to his echoing voice. "You now talk to a god. Not a man!"
A ghost of a smirk, a reminder of his old overconfident personality widened across Link's face as he rose up his left hand to issue a challenge, brow furrowing as he re-opened his mouth. "Come prove it."
The look on Scaverin's eyeless face was enough to say it all; even staying suspended in mid-air, and glaring as he did, he looked as maddened and somehow pathetic as Link remembered in his original timeline.
A feat he did not quite expect.
"I never did understand what lord Ganondorf ever saw in you…," Scaverin muttered out, shaking his fiery-Aegir head in disbelief as he did. "Nor does it matter. For now… you will join this world's FATE!"
FWIP
SLAMMM
"Urgh…!"
Surprised yet again by Scaverin's immense increase in speed, Link was taken off his feet, landing on the ground with a pained grunt.
"Heh-heh-heh…,"
CRASSSSHHHH
Scaverin chuckled malevolently to himself as he rose up and down through the air powerfully, slamming his two feet down on his younger Hylian foe with brutal savagery; a crude and effective technique he continued.
CRASSSHHHHH
"Heh-heh-heh…,"
CRASSSSHHHH
"AHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
The mad-eyed Scaverin's godlike tone to his voice echoed out across the ruined Great Hall as he savagely and mercilessly beat down the fallen Link with his feet, shaking the ground in powerful quakes with each drop as he did. It was only when, finally realising the true gravity of the serious situation before him, the shocked Raynard began transferring what spiritual energy and Aegir he had left to the fallen Link in the same fashion as the rest of their comrades that the situation finally began to take a turn.
VWEEEE…
KRCH…!
Rather shockingly, as Scaverin shot down his legs in a fourth assault, Link somehow caught the attempt with his left arm, pulling out a wide-eyed look from the shocked Scaverin above him. A wide and powerful aura of beautiful-blue Aegir, tinted with all kinds of colour as if to signify a massive increase in strength and an affiliation to his group of friends and comrades, whom transferred their energies to him.
"RrrrrrRRRRRGGGGHHHH!"
FWWWWOOOOOOOSH
RUMBLE-RUMBLE…
In an incredibly-violent quake of his own, as Link's aura grew, so too did the rush upon the ground around them, leaving the watching Scaverin further shocked and in further disbelief.
"How-?!"
Link, widening both oceanic eyes in determination, yanked down the gasping Scaverin to pull him on the crater of his own making before pulling back his left fist. Pulsating with a rainbow-like colour to it, coating it in incredibly-powerful Aegir, he yelled out in sheer effort and power as his strength came to a boiling point.
CRASSSSHHH-KERRRRASSSHHHHH-DROOOOOM
Scaverin too screamed out, this time in pure terror, white-spaced eyes widened in horror dread as Link's pulsating fist managed to somehow pierce and go through his divine-like chest, drawing out an odd liquid not quite like mortal blood. Scaverin's body lit up in a shocked show of sparks and lights, leaving all watching in a mixture of relief and reverence. An odd shower of memories washed over the wide-eyed Link as the light that filled Scaverin's body soon overtook him, and eventually covered the now-falling blonde-haired youth.
As he dropped down to the ground, a strange recalling of his original final go-around with Scaverin in his own time, through the dangers of the Spirit Temple, with Sheik as his only ally at his side. As the bright-green light filled the rest of Draerith's Great Hall, Link couldn't help but let a small smile spread out across his face when he thought of the losses they both once experienced far across time, now having gained so much since. Only the words of his last mentor remained with him when the light faded.
"I suppose… for a Hylian man… you weren't absolutely pathetic…"
