Author's Note: I am scum. I deserve to be stuffed in a beehive.
Tidal
"We will occupy their armies as best we can, for however long we can!" Ganondorf roared above the din. "You must slip past and find the source of the madness, otherwise the end of it will never be in sight!"
"And what source would that be?" Link shouted back, even as his elbow jutted out the back of a deranged forest wraith, his tunic smeared further dark.
"The Goddesses themselves," Zelda responded as she leapt down from her perch, movements a placid stream of water as her blade calmly descended upon a raging Korok, severing its spinal cord. "Nobody knows what they look like or how they'll appear to us, but they must have some corporeal medium from which to control this chaos. And-"
In a single, fluid motion, she dropped her sword, notched an arrow, swiveled on the spot and sent it soaring. Metal crunched bone, deafening, as it gouged a fairy's neck, even as Zelda's practiced fingers traveled smoothly along oak limb and worn bowstring, slinging the weapon back over her shoulder.
"And they'll have to be close, to have orchestrated this," she went on. "Continue past the battle to the other side of the valley. That's where they must be, inhabiting whatever vessels they'll have taken as their form."
"Roger that, pumpkin," came Midna's chortle. "Should be a snap. We'll be back in time for soup and biscuits."
Zelda nonchalantly slammed her heel onto the hilt of her sword, its silver sheen once flat against the gravel, now twirling in the air, the blood spackling its surface catching the glimmers of surrounding warfare like some sordid circus baton. She catches it with the ease of a performer so doubtlessly well-versed in her devastating art.
"Only if you're alright with dirty silverware," Zelda mutters in response, tossing her blade behind her without looking. "As always, someone neglected to do his share of chores before we left."
Ganondorf seamlessly seizes it out of the air and proceeds to cleave a screeching skull-kid limb from limb.
"I think they're already gone, Zelda."
"I know. I was mostly talking to you."
"Tell me it makes any sense at all to do dishes before the battle of the century."
"Tell me it makes any sense that a man can be so disgusting. Don't be a pig."
"Ouch. That really hits home, you know."
She rolled her eyes, reached behind her and stole back her sword, cutting down a pair of golems with such brutal efficiency that Ganondorf visibly recoiled.
"I've mentioned how truly, truly frightening you are, right?"
"What was that, dear?" she spoke without turning, a dagger held cheerfully behind her to the back of his neck, tickling trimmed crimson.
"Nothing," he stands there, his back to hers, and they are the eye of the storm. "I said nothing."
"Mm-hm," she stands there, her back to his, and they are the calm at the helm of bedlam. "That's what I thought."
Author's Note: Hi. Ummmmmmmm, been a while.
Trying to get back in the swing of things, so please don't throw stuff at me :(
Nobody panic, the story's alive and kicking! Even though it's been like three months and ohmygodIAMTHEWORST.
I swear, more to come! …Leave a review? If, you know, you're still around.