Up in the sky, ten miles high, two men stood above a world potentially in peril. "Warrior of the sky, I assume you'll have no trouble adjusting to our environment of battle."
"I do not think this is safe." Groose replied, eyeing the ground far, far below him.
"So what are we doing?" he asked. "You know, I probably should've asked this before I agreed to duel you."
"We are going to fight." Volga called from his fiery pillar in the air. "You and I shall do battle until one of us falls to the ground below. The last man standing is victor.."
Groose laughed. As his amusement subsided, he whistled using his ungloved hand. An obsidian streak graced the sky, and a single Loftwing descended below the sparse clouds. Taking his Loftwing's reigns in his gloved hand, Groose hoisted himself up to the back of his mighty bird.
"Looks like I've already got you beat then!" Groose said, chuckling to himself some more. He was the smartest guy ever.
Volga smirked before letting out an ear piercing screech. His body began to contort itself into unnatural forms as a bright crimson glow shone from beneath his skin. Groose covered his ears with his hands, trying to muffle the loud screech. His bird, startled, began to panic. Groose struggled to regain control of his black Loftwing as it thrashed about in the air.
Groose pulled back on reigns, his bird raising its head, letting out a loud squawk before settling itself. As Groose himself settled, he refocused his attention on Volga. A bright red flash blinded Groose for a split second as Volga growled. Groose felt a rush of heat crawl over his skin. A shadow began to rise, a darkness that blocked out the sun. As Groose looked up, his vision was focused on a single entity.
A large, scaled beast was before him. Its scales brimstone and its stare seething, it let out a puff of smoke as it exhaled, taking pleasure in its new form. Groose clutched his Loftwing's reigns in fear as the dragon dove towards him, its plated tail snaking behind it. Groose quickly dove on his Loftwing, swiftly avoiding the dragon's first pass.
"So this is why you call yourself the Dragon Knight… I get it!" Groose muttered to himself. Volga turned again, this time unleashing a ball of fire from his mouth. The blazing mass hurtled towards Groose, who only barely managed to swing to the side of it. His Loftwing cried as Groose eyed the burnt tip of its wing.
Volga reared his head back, unleashing two more fireballs from his dragon form. Groose carefully maneuvered around them, drawing closer to the Dragon Knight's monstrous head. He reached back, feeling out his current possessions. The Dragon Staff was there, but he didn't really know how to use it beyond a big stick to bash things over the head with. The Master Sword was strapped to his back, and a few odds and ends hung around his belt, along with his glove.
Groose sailed on past Volga, going directly over his head. Due to Volga's new size, he struggled to cut the 180 degree turn quickly, giving Groose an opening to gain some more distance as he formulated a plan of attack. Groose spun his Loftwing to face Volga. For a split second, the two stared each other down, Volga appreciating the intensity of Groose's will to challenge him, and Groose wondering how the hell he was going to beat this thing. The moment broke as Volga let out a screech, flapping his wings and barrelling towards Groose.
Groose began his approach as well, though his speed was nowhere near close to matching the dragon's. As they drew closer, Volga let loose a deep guttural sound. His throat convulsed, growing larger and larger as though he was pumping something into his mouth from within. As Groose eyed Volga's gullet, the Dragon Knight let loose a growl, and a wall of fire burst forth from his mouth. Groose's view of Volga was completely obscured, shrouded by the fire. However, Groose was not unprepared. Taking the reigns in both hands, he sped up, nearing closer and closer to the wall.
Taking a deep breath, he tugged sharply to the side on his Loftwing's reigns, causing it to spiral. He threw all of his weight backwards. The Loftwing began to rise, corkscrewing through the air in a magnificent sight. It cut through the wall of fire, flying out very slightly above the head of Volga's dragon form. Groose, with no time to lose, reached to his back and tossed the Master Sword up into the air above Volga.
The bright reflection of the sun caught Volga's eyes as he looked skyward to the blade, hanging in the air. Groose stood. Without a second thought, he leapt off of his Loftwing, trailing through the sky and brushing up against one of Volga's wings. He kept his free hand riding down the surface of Volga's wing as he pulled his feet in. As he reached the bottom of the scaly surface, he pumped his feet against it, pushing himself off and into the area directly under Volga's head.
Volga let out a roar as he he moved his large head down to try and get a glimpse of Groose beneath him. This was the opening Groose was looking for. Raising the hand covered by Coarstle's Glove, he clenched his fist and drew it towards him. The magnetism of the glove reached the Master Sword, pulling it towards Groose. It flew downward with incredible force, piercing Volga's now exposed neck and slicing through him.
Volga reared his head back, unleashing an unearthly roar. Above the screech, Groose whistled for his Loftwing as he fell towards the ground below. A black streak came down from the sky above the dragon, rapidly speeding towards Groose. As it caught up to him, Groose grabbed onto the reigns from the side, pulling himself up from the side of his Loftwing.
He held out his glove, and watched as Volga veered downwards towards him, seething with rage. The Master Sword pierced the soft underskin of Volga's neck, flying down to Groose. He caught up, strapping the gooey blade to his back again as he raised his fist in triumph.
Suddenly, a large scaled claw came down from above him. Like a Remlit pawing at its prey, it swiped at Groose and his Loftwing. The Loftwing was able to dodge just under the tips of the dragon's claws, but Groose was not so lucky. He was smashed off of his Loftwing with a clean stroke of Volga's claw, tumbling down to the earth.
Link, Fi, Cheeb, and Ghirahim watched from the bottom of Eldin Volcano as Groose's body hurtled down towards the ground. Fi quickly calculated his trajectory and point of eventual impact, noting it to be somewhere off in the outskirts between Faron and Eldin.
"Let's go." she said, pointing to a field of lava to the south-east. Ghirahim, using all of his magical strength, formed a bridge of dark magic, stretching across the entire expanse. Link picked up Cheeb and began to dash across the bridge of diamonds as Fi and Ghirahim hurried close behind him.