Battleborn
"By the way," Midna surged ahead of him. "It's probably too late to ask this now, but are you sure you're up to this? This is different from a couple of lumbering stones."
"Are you serious?" Link laughed, incredulous, as he kept stride precisely a few paces behind.
"Can't hurt to make sure," she shrugged, ducking underneath lucent tendrils. "Besides, if you think about it, you haven't ever really shown me you can fight."
Link snorted even as his grin gleamed.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Oh, wipe that shit-eating smirk off your mug," her hair bloomed red, diverted into a million spikes, bolted in every direction. "I'm mostly joking. But sure, asshole. Why don't you show me what you can do?"
Moonlight struck the forest of hair as fairies' blood glistened and dyed the strands further crimson. Link laughed right alongside the ebbing screeches of the slaughtered, their crumpled wings fluttering weakly to a standstill.
"I'm not proud of it or anything," his smile was tinged with sorrow. "But let me remind you. There's a reason I'm public enemy number one."
He poised his hand like a cleaver and drove it into the ground.
A strange sort of quiet pervaded the battlefield before his attack manifested. Gargantuan pillars of light split the earth, tore it apart like worn parchment, and the agony of every creature caught up in it reverberated across the canyon.
"Show-off," Midna muttered.
"You asked," Link chuckled, shrugging.
Luminescent spirits shrieked towards them, but Link twisted his arm in their direction and cleaved them in two without batting an eye.
"It's not over by any means," he nodded at her. "What they can conjure up is endless."
"Yeah, we can't be at this forever," Midna agreed, welding her hair into countless, vast rose-tinged fists.
"That," boomed a voice from atop the cliff they left behind. "Is where we come in."
Behind Ganondorf stood a legion. Soldiers, of both rock and flesh.
Zelda stepped to the precipice alongside him.
"This is our call to arms," she said, her gloved fingers lifting her solemn sword skyward.
She fixed the battlefield with her gaze of storms, of seething blue and roaring din.
"And their reckoning."
Author's Note: Oh boy, action! Who doesn't love a good dollop of action? What d'you reckon, think they have a good chance? *grin*