Chapter Five: The Wrath of the Cyberscor
Armed with only a bow Link had no idea how he was going to slay a monster a hundred times his size; however, he knew that he had to try. He aimed his bow and began moving it around. He hoped to find some patch of vulnerable flesh in the Cyberscor's impenetrable hide. He took too long to aim though. The Cyberscor soon let out another violent shriek, sending forth a destructive blast of sound again. Link ran around the shore of the lake to escape from the impending ruin. When the sound wave passed it had left another channel of broken earth parallel to the first one.
Link lifted his bow above his head again and squinted his eyes while trying to find any spot on the Cyberscor that could be fragile. What he found was the Cyberscor's one and only eye. But could the arrow make it that far? It was over a hundred and fifty feet to the target. Link knew that he had to try though. So—as the Cyberscor prepared to scream once more—Link released his weapon. The arrow glided through the darkness of the cavern, quickly disappearing from sight. If it was not for the Cyberscor's squeals of pain that came seconds later Link would not have known if his arrow had hit its target.
The Cyberscor released its enormous club and began fumbling at its eye with its clumsy hands. As the Cyberscor continued to rub its eye Link could see a stream of blood squirting out of the middle of it. The blood was under such pressure that it spurted all the way across the lake, splattering into the dirt only ten feet away from where Link was standing. When the Cyberscor bent over and began to grope around for its dropped club, Link knew that he had successfully blinded it. Maybe now the battle would be a little more even-handed.
Unfortunately, with a club as large as the Cyberscor's it was not necessary to be able to see to hit an enemy. At thirty feet long the club was almost as long as the entire room. That is why when the Cyberscor began to swing its club horizontally at ground level Link knew that he was in trouble. With the first swing the weapon passed directly over Link's head. If he had not ducked he surely would have been decapitated. Nevertheless, his green hat became caught on one of the club's many spikes. This ripped the cap from atop Link's head and exposed his golden-blond hair. Link pushed his hair out of his face and tried to think of how he could kill the fearsome Cyberscor.
He decided that he could not stay where he was if he hoped to survive. He knew that the closer he was to the Cyberscor the higher the club would be above the ground and therefore the less likely it would be that it would strike him. So he immediately rushed the Cyberscor. He ran around the underground pool of water until he was directly before the Cyberscor's feet. Because of the damage to the Cyberscor's one and only eye it did not even realize how close its enemy was. The Cyberscor released another piercing scream, sending forth a devastating sound wave in the direction Link had been standing previously.
Link soon saw that because of the Cyberscor's immense size each of its hairs was large enough to be used as a little step. Therefore Link began to use the Cyberscor's hair on its legs like the rungs of a ladder. The monstrous Cyberscor felt something tickling its leg and tried to swat it. That was why when Link was twenty feet up the Cyberscor's leg he was forced to let go. He dropped down just as the giant being's hand crashed into its leg with a pounding thump.
Link fell five feet until he managed to catch hold of a giant wart on the Cyberscor's knee cap. Using the wart as a balancing point Link continued his climb up the gigantic beast. Ten feet above the knee cap sat the hem of the Cyberscor's shorts. Made out of patches of fur—possibly from livestock, thought Link with hatred—the fabric was easy to climb. The fur was so thick that Link could easily support himself in its knots and tassels.
Moments later came the greatest challenge of the climb. Above the shorts was the Cyberscor's waist, and it was devoid of any hair. Link balanced himself on the top of the half-foot thick shorts and came to the conclusion that his only hope was to try and jump up to the beast's belly button. That is why he leapt up into the air, his hands lifted toward the sky. He felt his right hand slip into the large pit that was the Cyberscor's belly button. As gravity began to take hold he hooked his hand inside of the hole and stopped himself from falling to his death.
The next step was to try and jump onto one of the Cyberscor's arms. Because the Cyberscor was still swinging its club back and forth in a futile attempt to kill Link—who it thought was still on the ground—its arms were continually underneath the belly button that Link was now using as a foothold. When the Cyberscor was in mid-swing Link leapt from the Cyberscor's belly button. He fell only a few feet before landing successfully in the tufts of hair that blanketed the Cyberscor's arms. Now Link had a clear path of hair to use as steps up to the monstrosity's shoulder.
A minute later and Link was standing atop the Cyberscor's shoulder, ninety feet above the ground below. Link was now nauseously dizzy after the constant movement of the Cyberscor's arms swinging to and fro. Link looked up to see if he would be able to reach the crack in the ceiling that he had fallen through previously. However, he was disappointed to see that even if he climbed all the way to the peak of the Cyberscor's head he would not be able to jump high enough to reach it. It seemed that at the moment all he could do was to slay the fiendish Cyberscor; he would worry about escaping afterwards. So he prepared his weapon with three arrows situated in a vertical line along the string of the bow. Without a moment's indecision he aimed his bow at the sensitive flesh behind the Cyberscor's chin. There was little reluctance as Link released his arrows.
The arrows flew upward and slipped effortlessly into the Cyberscor's fleshy tissue. Link could imagine the arrows as they tore through the creature's mouth, soft palate, and eventually into its brain. The Cyberscor let out only the tiniest of groans, not even the slightest indication that it had been dealt a mortal wound. It dropped its club for the second time and felt the flap of tissue that now hung freely at the top of its jugular with its hands. Its eyes became vacant as all indication of life left its body. Then the Cyberscor collapsed.
Standing on his dead enemy's shoulder, Link knew that he would perish in the fall if he did not move. He moved to the base of his enemy's neck and leapt away from the Cyberscor's falling body. He caught the tips of its long hair at the base of its head. As the Cyberscor fell forward the angle of its body decreased so that Link was able to plant his feet on the monster's neck and use its hair to balance himself. He rode the Cyberscor's neck all the way down. When the lifeless monster hit ground Link was thrown into the air. He flew forward, sailed over the Cyberscor's head, and landed in the lake on the other side.
He swam to the shore of the lake and pulled himself out, dripping and cold. He peered about the room that the Cyberscor's body now filled almost entirely. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get out of the cavern. It did not take long for a solution to appear though. A cracking uproar similar to the one that had preceded his fall into the Cyberscor's chamber came to Link's long, pointy ears. Twenty feet away a large fracture tore its way up the wall. A ten foot tall section of the wall separated, revealing a tunnel of blinding light. Now accustomed to the darkness of the underground Link was forced to turn away from the brightness issuing from the hole in the wall. After his eyes were adjusted he turned them back to the opening. Emerging from the tunnel were six men; one of them was the captain of the men that had captured Link and sent him into the hazardous maze.
"I must say, good job," said the man. "You are the first person to ever survive our test. And to think that a boy would be the first only makes it more amazing. You are going to come with us now. There is much to talk about."
