Thanks for all the reviews they really mean a lot. Sorry for the wait, i hope once i get my laptop i'll be able to write more. But thanks for waiting i know it can be hard. Then again, you don't really have much of a choice do you...onto the story.

Link never broke eye contact with the man. He continued to stare him down. His blood was boiling, but not because of the comment of 'you're next.' That affected Link as much as a pebble tossed into a river. It was still the fact that Princess Zelda was terrified out of her mind. Link didn't have to look back up to know her eyes were still fixed on the head.

As time passed and the two warriors continued to stare at each other – one with a sick satisfying grin on his face and the other gritting his teeth – the crowd stopped their screams. They settled back down and waited impatiently to see what the King was going to say. The only person who was left crying was the mother as she attempted to push her way onto the platform, but the guards kept her at bay.

Bailey, the announcer, glanced at the King who after a couple of moments received a nod.

"The winner!" Bailey swallowed not sure how this would go over. "Is Occisor!"

Occisor? Link thought. Murderer…that's what that means. He's known as murderer. Why would they let someone like him into this tournament? Obviously they must've known what was coming.

"Does death frighten you?" Occisor asked Link.

"Am I afraid of death?" Link let his grip of the supports loose. His boiling blood from anger turned to excitement. His wide shocked eyes slowly turned back to their usual confident selves. His gritted teeth turned to their slick smirk.

"I was born into a family of death. Death was my blanket as a baby. It was my toy when I grew bored. It was the thing I wrestled with everyday. So no, I do not fear death. The real question is…are you afraid of a boy whose companion is death?"

The man lost his smile for a second before he recovered it just as quickly. "You are an interesting one, Ordonian."

"Just wait till you see me with a blade at your neck."

Occisor turned around, wobbling in a sort of dance as he did. Link watched him with great interest. The way he moved was something Link couldn't decide if it was a problem or a distraction. Maybe in previous battles he was gravely injured and now couldn't walk straight. Or he was simply doing it to catch everyone off guard.

Whatever it was, Link was not going to fall for it.

Link swiftly turned and saw Kristi right behind him. Her eyes wide with terror like everyone else. She held a fist to her heart in a meaningless attempt to calm it down. Link touched her arm but she continued to stare at the head.

"Kristi," Link gently called to her. "Where is the board for the tournament?"

Kristi finally tore her eyes from the sight and they turned to Link. "I-It's over there." She pointed back towards the main gate for the audience.

"Go back to the box," Link ordered her. "Wait for me there, I shouldn't be long."

She nodded and in a daze turned around to head back. Link watched her for a second as she gazed back over her shoulder once or twice to stare back at the arena. Then he headed off in the direction of the board.

He glanced at each combatant in their own box as he walked by. Some stared at the ground in fright but most knew death. They didn't care much for the man killed, he was long gone, nothing to worry about anymore. They only thought of the killer. He was one that was now on everyone's mind. Some glanced up as Link passed by and they only stared.

Link knew what they were thinking when they watched him. The silver-haired man singled Link out. There must be a reason behind it. Maybe he knew that Link was indeed powerful and didn't simply push him off as some Ordonian boy. Or maybe it was simply because Link was his next opponent. And that was what Link was checking right now.

"You are his next opponent."

Link stopped knowing the person was speaking to him. He turned around to see the ninja looking fighter. Link straightened himself as his eyes scanned the man standing in front of him. He wasn't too tall, maybe a couple inches shorter than Link. He was in shape but still on the lean side. He was also covered in all white and blue bandages, from head to toe. The only thing visible was his blonde hair and his red eyes.

"Red eyes?" Link spoke calmly. "You travel a far way my friend."

The man chuckled. "I do indeed."

Link crossed his arms. "Now I'm not too sure but I didn't think news was brought up to the Snowpeak Mountains."

The man crossed his arms mimicking Link. "Now I'm not too sure but I thought Ordon hated anything to do with the Kingdom."

"I'm here to prove something," Link answered coolly. He wasn't sure if the man was indeed threatening him in a way, or simply having a conversation. After all, Link started the questioning.

"And I am here because I also had to prove something," The man leaned forward with intent eyes. "And I happened to be at the bottom of the mountain to overhear the news." His eyes turned friendly.

Link laughed. "Well I am glad you are here. I hear there is a distinct art to mountain clans."

"Strange," The man jokingly stroked his chin. "I hear the same about Ordon."

"Name's Link," he held his hand out to the ninja.

"I'm Sheik," he took Link's hand firmly.

Link narrowed his eyes. "From the Sheika clan?"

Sheik laughed. "Yes, my father wasn't too creative with picking names."

"I think it suits you well," Link disagreed. "You carry the name of your clan. You have all the pride of your clan."

"I see you care a lot for clans."

"I take pride in my heritage, you should too."

Link could see the bandages on his face tighten and he knew Sheik was smiling.

"Don't worry Link, I do so very much." He turned and walked away. "Good luck, I know you'll beat your opponent easily, though."

"When do I fight you?"

"The finals!" He called out.

Link smirked liking the idea that he wasn't the only cocky one in this tournament. But that answered his question as well. He was on the far side of the bracket; if they met, it would be the final battle in the tournament. Maybe he was thought of as an underdog as well. Link knew that was a giant mistake. Rusl told him many times the Sheika clan in the Snowpeak Mountains were very skilled.

Link continued towards the combatant board just to see where everyone was. There was a crowd in front of the giant wooden board. Each name was on a wooden tile that would be hung and moved as the battles went on. A couple of guys were discussing it. When they saw Link they separated and everyone watched as he gazed up at it.

"You think you can beat Occisor?" A man asked him roughly.

"Oh yeah," Link answered easily.

"You're that sure?"

Link's eyes continued to scan the board. "He will be more difficult than the past two opponents but by no means a challenge."

"Did you watch him fight?" The man shockingly asked.

Link shook his head. "Nope."

"Then how can you be sure?"

Link shrugged, "He doesn't give me shivers."

"Shivers?" The man grabbed Link's shoulder and he turned the boy to face him. "You shouldn't feel afraid of people to think they are skilled."

Link laughed. "Afraid? That's not what I meant when I said shivers. I meant I'm not that excited for the fight."

"Excited? Are you daft."

"I will be if I inhale your breath anymore," Link laughed and turned back to the board. "Besides why worry about this one man when my opponent after will probably be that giant Goron. Now that is something that gives me the shivers."

"You are excited for that."

"Hell no I'm scared to death." Link turned to the man and smiled.

The man smiled back. "I get the wrong impression about you."

Link shrugged, "It may not be wrong."

The man didn't answer for a second, unsure of what Link meant. "Well anyways Ordonian, I wish you well in your next fight."

Link turned to the man and nodded. "Thanks for that. Don't worry, this man shouldn't be a problem."

Link pushed his way out of the crowd that gathered behind him as they tried to hear what he was saying. He made his way back to his box. Kristi was sitting there staring at the ground. Link sat down next to her and let out a sigh.

"There was always a chance of that in a tournament," Link claimed as he grabbed a loaf of bread and rolled it in his hands.

"But why?"

"This is fighting."

"But it's a sport," Kristi answered.

Link chuckled, "When fighting is a sport we know the world is hell. Fighting is never a sport. You fight to kill. Everything else is simply to better your skills so when you have to kill…you can."

"So that's what you do?" she turned to Link.

"Yes," Link answered plainly and simply. "I fight to kill. There is no fighting to protect. If that were the case then no one would actually fight. You are wicked or true based on the people you slay. That is the only thing that is the difference between warriors and slayers."

"So you're a warrior?" Kristi smiled.

Link took a deep bite of his bread. He chewed it thoughtfully. "If that's what you believe."

Kristi lost her smile instantly. "I refuse to believe you kill innocent people."

"Alone I wouldn't," Link looked at her seriously. "If Ordon called a war against Hyrule, I would instantly fight. And I would kill soldiers that had done nothing to wrong me. I would fight the place you call a home. Does that make me a warrior or a slayer? It's what you believe."

"Why does everyone think the village of Ordon is full of barbarians while you seem to have more wisdom than anyone I know."

Link chuckled, "I doubt you know anyone too smart."

She nudged her shoulder into his. "That's uncalled for. But joking aside, what are you gonna do about that murderer."

Link leaned back. "Just 'cause he killed a person doesn't make him big and tough. There are many more skilled people here that haven't killed yet. Just wait, you'll see."

"Well just be careful okay?" Kristi let her gentle eyes fall on Link's face. "I didn't think this tournament was that serious."

Link put his hand on her cheek. "Kristi I will be fine. You have to trust me, I know what I'm doing."

They said in silence as the next couple of battles progressed. To Kristi, Link seemed very calm and relaxed. She couldn't stop shaking; she didn't know someone could die. It just never crossed her mind in this tournament. Sure it might've been naïve but she thought it was a carefully watched fight. But Link's words made sense to her and she could see why something like this would happen. She just hoped Link wasn't just hubris. She hoped he was as skilled as he lead on.

Link heard the two names for the battle that would take place before his. He rose to his feet and grabbed his weapons. He made sure each one was equipped right and securely. He was tightening his arm guards when he felt two arms snake around him.

"I'll be watching and I better not see you lose your pretty little head," Kristi mumbled over his shoulder.

He turned around and embraced her. "I can't have you doing this every fight. I'm not dumb, if there is an opponent I can't handle, I'll quit."

Kristi stepped back shocked. "I thought you were going to win it."

Link smirked, "I am, there isn't anyone in this tournament I can't handle."

"You can't possible know that," Kristi whined.

"Winner, Milberry!"

Link looked towards the arena. "Well, I'm next."

"Good luck."

Link stepped back and headed towards the platform. He stood at the entrance to the stairs. The people from the stands leaned down and shouted jeers at him.

"Your blood will be spilled Ordonian!"

"Your life shall end now!"

"Are you afraid of a true warrior!?"

"You cannot win, yield before you lose your head."

"That pretty blonde head of yours will soon roll like a ball!"

"I thought they didn't like death," Link mumbled to himself.

"Occisor the terrible versus Link, son of Collan!" Bailey announced.

Link stepped up the stairs onto the white tiled battlefield. He saw his wobbling opponent enter as well. What he didn't see were the heads that turned when he was announced.

"Who did they say his father was?" Lex, the captain of the guard, asked his right hand man.

"I believe Collan, sir."

"Hmm, this is interesting."

"Why, sir?"

Lex held up a finger, "Wait one second."

"Lex!"

Lex smiled hearing his name from the loud booming voice. The ground shook slightly as the giant Goron practically ran to the captain of the guard.

"Did he say Collan?" Dangoro asked.

"I believe he did," Lex responded calmly. "Must be a coincidence."

"It is not, gentleman and Goron," Piscis walked up to them. "He is indeed the very son of the man that caused us so many problems a decade ago."

Lex grunted, "Why does this please you?"

Piscis stroked his fishy whiskers. "Well, he is a very nice boy from the time I've talked with him."

"I don't know your game Piscis," Lex's tone was low. "But you are tricky and need to watch yourself."

Piscis held up his hands. "I have nothing planned my friend. I am simply watching in interest to see how this Ordonian, son of Collan, Link, will do. Just from talking with him I already get the feeling that he may be better than his old man."

"That isn't possible," Dangoro grumbled. "Collan was one of the few enemies I've had that I admitted was a true hero."

Piscis shrugged, "Watch this battle. You'll see what I mean." Piscis turned and walked away but not without shouting one last thing. "Remember what happened last time you fought his blood."

Lex touched his shirt, feeling the scar that crossed his chest where a previous blade almost cut him in half.

"I will not forget how dangerous Ordonians can be." Lex turned quickly on his heels. "I'm meeting the King. Prepare my weapons for my next fight while I'm gone. "

Link stood only yards away from his opponent, who was currently licking his lips.

Occisor turned to the royal box. "Your eyes shall soon fall upon his crimson, my dear."

Zelda looked absolutely horrified.

"Watch yourself," The King growled loud enough for everyone near him to hear.

"My princess," Link sweetly called out. "Do not fear this man. He is only a murderer."

"It is you who shall fear me," The man hissed at Link.

"I can honestly say you don't scare me as much as my friends mother when I stole her pie," Link smirked.

"You are so arrogant," The man chuckled evilly. "You don't understand how skilled I really am."

Link drew his sword in his right hand and raised it so the handle was higher than the tip. Almost holding it like a spear pointing at his opponent. He held his shield in his left hand up near his eyes.

"Oh, you are drawing your weapons?" Occisor frowned. "I was hoping you would head-butt me."

Link smirked behind his shield not able to keep a straight face. "I cannot wait any longer, let's begin."

"Start!" Bailey shouted.

The stands roared to life. They roared for blood, Link's blood. They may not have liked Occisor but they hated Link more. They wished for Ordonian blood. They wanted to see this cocky, arrogant boy die. He would cause too many problems whilst alive. Dead, he could do nothing.

Link blocked the crowd out as they inched towards each other. Link's knees were bent with the sword in javelined style and shield raised to his face. Occisor started walking backwards in a circle. Link sidestepped to keep from being flanked.

Link watched him move, an almost perfect flow, like water. He almost never had a center of gravity, yet he always did. He was always prepared to move and dodge. He looked unready with his hands and blades down at his sides. But he was waiting for Link to strike. His smile smeared across his winkled face.

Link took a silent breath before charging. His speed was beyond what the crowd had ever seen. It took less than a second for him to reach Occisor and throw a strong jab. He let out a yell as he thrust. His shield was raised high behind him.

Occisor spun on his heel, dodging, and came right back around with his own thrust. Link ducked so low his knees were touching his chin. A blade came down and Link rolled away quickly. He jumped back up to his feet and turned back around to attack.

Occisor held his blades down as usual. Link did his patented side-to-side step. At the last step he jumped and swung but the white haired man rolled away again. Then he quickly charged the teen. Link pulled up his shield in time to block the first blow.

He pushed Occisor back and swung his sword horizontally. The old man leaned backwards so his body was horizontal but his feet were still on the ground. The blade was parallel to his body. He knocked it away and rose back up swinging heavily. Link found a blade almost took off his head, but he managed to jumped back just in time.

Occisor didn't give him time to recover. He continued to hammer Link with strike after strike. Link barely found himself dodging. He often couldn't get his shield up in time. He was making many blocks with his sword as well. But that was too dangerous. He had to block when he could but he constantly kept his feet moving.

His blades moved incredibly fast. They were attached to his arms, so there wasn't that unnecessary feeling of off-set weight. They were smaller as well, like when fighting someone with daggers: they obviously swing faster. Occisor's weapons were shorter and faster.

Simply put, he could swing faster than Link could block.

Link felt a lurch in the attack and went for a thrust, hoping to catch his opponent off guard. It failed. Occisor knocked it to the side and stepped forward. Now Link had his arms spread wide and Occisor was close, he got caught off guard.

Occisor smiled as he let out a jab straight for Link's chest. Link couldn't get a block in time and he couldn't dodge to the side. He trusted his instincts and fell backwards. Virtually copying the move Occisor pulled on him, his feet were planted while his body was parallel to the horizontal blade. Occisor sniveled as he brought the other blade above his head to strike down. Link kicked off the ground and using his hands he performed a back handspring. Occisor had to jump back to be stopped from being kicked in the face.

Link did one more to make sure he was a good distance away. He hopped on his heels for a second before he stood tall and the crowd was silent. No one said a word. They did not expect such a battle. It was beyond impressive.

The box was just as silent. Until Lex grabbed the King's shoulder.

"Why did you not tell me the Ordonian was Collan's son?"

The King shrugged, "Didn't know you wanted to know. Did you see that?" The King's eyes were glued to the battle. "How did he do that?"

"He is Collan's blood," Lex urged, "He can do many more things if he was properly trained."

"Oh he is," The King said nonchalantly. "That man Rusl trained him."

"Rusl?" Lex hissed. "He is training men? King, this is dangerous. This could mean war."

The King waved him off. "He only trained Link. But Lex, can you do that?"

"No King!" He shouted loosing his temper. Everyone in the box jumped. "I apologize, but you don't understand. This is dangerous to have him in this tournament."

The King finally turned his eyes from the stage. Link and Occisor were only standing there, both breathing heavy.

"I don't understand?" The King repeated. "He is a mere boy, yes his father was a great Ordon hero, but he isn't. He is simply a boy, you worry to much."

Lex growled. "King you are wrong. I want you to watch this boy closely. I guarantee by the end of this tournament, those old shivers will soon return. You will understand once more why Ordon is always on the back of your mind."

"You lose your place, Captain," The King warned.

The Captain didn't break the stare of the King.

"He may be right, Terrell." Ganondorf announced.

"Thank you, my Lord," Lex bowed gracefully.

"Well I wish to know how he is going to win this fight?" Zelda addressed the whole box.

"He will have to change his style, but he will do it." Lex answered.

"Is it so easy to change styles?" Zelda asked.

Ganondorf chuckled into his fist that was pressed against his mouth holding up his head. "No, it is not easy. That is why there are different squadrons and classes of soldiers."

"Well I know there are archers and spearmen," Zelda replied, annoyed that Ganondorf thought so highly of her ignorance.

"Well there are many styles within each division as well," He explained. "Usually it takes a lifetime to master one style. Some get decent at multiple styles. Then there are always a few that are able to adapt to any style by changing their own. These are the true champions of battle. Your father was one such champion. So the question now is whether this boy is a champion or simply some blonde who grabbed a sword and wanted to play hero."

Zelda muttered some non-princess affiliated words under her breath.

As the two fighters stood watching each other the crowd began to shout more taunts.

"Spill his blood Occisor!"

"Kill the Ordon!"

"You will die boy!"

"Start running punk!"

They continued to come, shouts of death, or anger, of hatred, or pure and simple rage. They hated Link, they hated his blood, and they hated his village. They were not going to allow someone from the village that recently fought a war against them win this tournament. They were not going to simply accept a barbarian to march in and take the tournament by storm. They wanted him gone, and Occisor could do it.

"This is horrible," Zelda said breathless.

"It is indeed," The King nodded.

"To think they praise the murderer because they hate the boy," Queen Rutela shook her head.

"It is dangerous to let this continue," Lex told the King.

"Well what do you suppose I do," The King rested his head on his elbow. "If I tell them to stop it obviously means I want the boy to win. If I stop the fight, there could be a riot. We can't do anything. I only wish this doesn't push Link over the edge. He could get seriously hurt."

Ganondorf chuckled surprising everyone. "Terrell my friend, I fear you are not considering this conundrum correctly. Nothing needs to be done. If this is the boy who fought the boar, and if he is the son of Collan trained by Rusl, I am positive we don't have to fear him getting hurt. In fact you should be afraid he doesn't kill everyone in this city."

"That is absurd," Zelda exclaimed. "Link would never do such a thing. I know him, he is a gentlemen and very controlled."

"That may be so, my dear, but everyone loves you. How would you react if over a thousand people were telling you to die?" The King told her gently.

"I know he can handle it." Zelda said surely.

Link kept his head low trying to block out the noise. He thought he could deal with this. But it was a lot, maybe too much for him to handle. He didn't even do anything. If they hated him in fear of his skill, he could understand. If they hated him for killing people, he could understand. If they hated him for being unfavorably rude, he could understand. But he did nothing, absolutely nothing to them. And they hated him because he was from Ordon, and that was something he could not deal with well. He took more pride in his village than himself.

Wordlessly he slipped his sword back in its sheath on his back. He then slowly withdrew the short-blade hidden in his shield. The dark blue – almost black – blade slowly rose above the shield. With a flick of the wrist it made a hiss as he whipped it out of the sheath. He then replaced the shield on its holster on his back. He bent down and pulled the small dagger out its holster on his boot. He stood tall once again with the dagger in a reverse grip.

"The crowd wishes your death," Occisor smiled.

"You shall not be the deliverer," Link growled.

"We shall see, boy."

Link's face was rough and angry. His usual comedic confidence was replaced with increasing rage. He gripped his weapons tightly and looked his opponent dead in the eye.

"Prepare yourself, the battle is anew."

Link's charge was lightning fast. This time with a short-blade and a dagger equipped. He swung them swifter than his regular sword. Occisor found himself having to pick up his pace a bit to keep dodging or blocking.

The crowd went silent once again. It was nothing they've ever seen before. Their bodies twisted and turned, mirroring each other. It was like a dance, a dance of death and blood. Of sweat and adrenaline. Of pain and pride. It was beyond what these people could comprehend. Their two bodies seemed like they didn't have bones as they both could twist like branches in wind. They leaned further backwards than some people could bend forwards.

"This is madness," The King muttered.

"I told you!" Lex shouted. "He can match a master in his own style. He isn't someone to think lightly of."

Zelda's mouth dropped as she watched the deadly dance with awe. Link leaned far back as a double-handed swing passed over him harmlessly. He sprang his body back up and sliced his reversed dagger upwards, causing Occisor to jump back.

Link charged before Occisor could get a break. They kept at it for minutes and not a single blow landed. Yet they both continually kept at it, going full speed the whole time. Eventually Occisor was able to back away and Link didn't charge.

Occisor was breathing heavily but Link wasn't even out of breath.

"Earlier…?" Occisor wheezed out.

"I was testing you," Link explained his voice still low. "To make sure I wasn't getting ahead of myself. I'm not arrogant. That was your arrogance making the mistake. I know exactly my level of skill and now I know yours."

"You know nothing!" Occisor shouted.

"Yeah, he knows nothing!" someone shouted from the stands. "Finish him Occisor!"

Link smirked but it was scary, if anything, with his head tilted forward and his sharp blue eyes glaring from beneath his bangs. "Yeah Occisor, finish me."

Occisor let out a roar as he charged the teen. Link blocked his charge easily and kneed him in the gut, causing him to stumble backwards. He spun the dagger in his hand tauntingly. Then he gripped it tightly and charged.

His body became a blur to the spectators who were once again quiet. Occisor took a hopeful swing to stop the charge. Link ducked low and spun underneath it crouching. His knees almost touching his chin but he managed to keep his balance and rise back up, standing behind Occisor. He held the dagger up to his neck and his short-blade at his side.

"Yield."

That single word was heard throughout the stadium since there wasn't a single other sound. Everyone looked on speechless and dumbfounded by how Link was in control of the match the entire time. They were sure Occisor was winning in the beginning but suddenly the Ordonian managed to break his attack and now he held him at the winning position.

Occisor chuckled, "I will never yield."

"You're crimson shall cover these tiles," Link warned.

"Then do it, boy," he hissed over his shoulder.

"Death is my companion, not yours."

In a swift slice Link opened up his neck to the spray life holding liquid. The man fell to his knees gurgling over the blood for air. Link stood behind him watching with stern unwavering eyes. The man fell face first and was no longer among the world.

Link stepped back and gazed around the crowd. Many gasped and looked horrified once again.

"Was this not what you wanted!" Link shouted at them holding out his hands. "Was this not the outcome you all cheered for! Did you not want blood! Did you not call to the heavens for my crimson to line the ground! You see my strength, you see my resolve, you see my skill. But you do not and will not see my blood! You will take Ordon seriously by the end of this tournament!" He turned and stormed off the stage while muttering a quiet promise, "I guarantee it."

He pushed through the fighters that gathered underneath the stadium. He saw Kristi looking shocked standing among the fighters. He muttered in her ear as he stormed by.

"Slayer or warrior, you decide."

He sat down at his bench and kept his head low, trying to cool off. He wasn't supposed to get angry. He was supposed to show his cool collectivness throughout the tournament. To show that Ordon had skill and manners, that they weren't just a bunch of barbarians. Well that plan was gone, now he would just show them he wasn't anyone to mess with. To show them that they were wrong for underestimating Ordon.

Honestly, he wasn't mad at all that he had to spill blood. There was no doubt in his mind that that man didn't deserve life. Link has seen evil before, and that man was a murderer. He wasn't a very skilled one at that either. He was better than the average man but against a true warrior, there wasn't a chance. He might just not have done it in this tournament if it wasn't for the crowd. The last thing he wanted to do was horrify Zelda.

Zelda's mouth was dropped, "Why would he...?"

The King sighed, "I knew it. The crowd got to him. I fear he will be different the rest of the tournament. As well as everyone watching him."

"I'm going to go talk with him," Lex quickly said before leaving the box.

What no one saw was the small tiny smile that spread on Ganondorf's face.

Link could hear the mummers of everyone around him. They were all judging him. But he didn't care. He needed to show people what was really going on in this world. These city folk simply went day to day with no worries except what clothes to buy. He was a working man from the old style life, with real problems on his shoulders.

Suddenly he felt himself be grabbed by the shirt and lifted off the bench.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" a bearded man growled in his face.

"If you value your head, I suggest you let go."

"You horrified the Princess."

"She will need to be woken up to the real word eventually," Link countered back.

"Do not lie, I saw the way you reacted earlier to the other death."

"It was unnecessary," Link shoved the man back. "Occisor was a murderer, he would continue to kill no matter what."

"Is that why you did it?" The man accused not believing that reason for a second.

Link stepped up to the man so his face was inches away. "No, I did it 'cause I wanted to."

"Captain!" A soldier shouted.

Link glanced around to see ten soldiers surrounding the two men.

"You're the Captain of the Guard?" Link questioned.

"I did not call you." He addressed the men. "Go about your business."

"But sir-"

"I said go!"

They shuffled about for a moment before walking slowly away. Some glanced back to give Link dirty looks.

When they were gone, Lex turned back to Link.

"Is that what Ordon has to offer, slaying men for unnecessary reasons?"

"You were in battle ten years ago," Link's eyes were burning deep into the man. "You yourself have slain Ordonians. You might've slain my best friends' parents. Or maybe my cousins, or how about my parents? What was so unnecessary about slaying that man? Tell me."

"Whatever friends you had here, you just lost."

Link shook his head. "If I had friends here, then they will continue to back me. If I had enemies, they shall only fear me more. Now, Captain of the Guard, leave me until we face in battle."

Lex's eyebrows scrunched, "You knew I was in the tournament?"

Link smirked, "I didn't know that, actually."

Lex found his anger rising. "You think you know everything, boy, but you know nothing."

"I know that half of Ordon was slain by the Hyrule army. I know that the King started an unnecessary war with many unnecessary deaths. I know that my fucking father slew the man that caused you to be promoted." Link stepped forward challengingly. "Shall we continue the tradition?"

Lex found his blood boiling, muscles tightening, and his fingers itching to grab Link. But years of experience knew this was not the time. He knew it would only cause more problems. So he would have to wait.

"We will meet in battle, alright." He felt the old adrenaline pumping again. "And I can promise you it will be a fight to the death."

He stormed away and Link sat back down, finding more anger rising. He kept opening and closing his fists. Things were going sour very quickly.

"Link?"

He looked up to see Kristi standing there awkwardly.

"Maybe you should go home," he told her.

"You almost just fought the Captain of the Guard."

"And?" Link was finding it harder to control his patience.

"He is called one of the most skilled fighters in Hyrule," she explained.

Link chuckled. "Compared to who, may I ask? He has been on the winning side all his life. That means he is able to rewrite history when the battle is done. Enemies may have been more skilled but outnumbered. The Goddesses know that's what happened to Ordon."

"Does nothing frighten you?" she asked worriedly.

"That is the very reason why I am to be feared," Link replied. He leaned back on the bench. "Now go home, this isn't a place for you to be anymore, let alone to be around me."

She huffed and sat down on the bench. "Occisor was a creep. I felt relieved when you killed him, honestly. I wish there was another way but I know an evil person when I see one."

Link was mildly impressed. "Well I hope you know you might get a lot of shit for staying around."

"I already get a lot of shit, my life sucks," she complained.

Link raised an eyebrow. "You know, I'll believe that."

She looked up quickly, "Oh, I didn't mean my life is terrible. I mean, compared to you."

Link chuckled, feeling a little less angry the more he talked with Kristi. "Don't worry, I know what you meant. My life isn't terrible, just in this city its horrible."

In the background, Link could hear the announcer tell the crowd the battles were done for the day. He stood up and began packing his things back onto Epona.

"Well this is gonna be fun, walking through the streets," Link mumbled.

"Well going at this rate, I think you're going to challenge every person we walk by to a fight," Kristi joked.

"Why are you not angry at me?" He asked seriously. "When that first man died you were horrified."

She rose as well and helped Link pack. "Seeing a bad person die is different than some soldier's head rolling. It freaks me a little bit honestly, but I always had the feeling you've killed before."

Link paused as he thought for a moment.

Kristi noticed the pause, "You've killed someone before right?"

Link nodded after a moment. "But it was always thieves or bandits. And that was always self-defense. Well…sometimes my friends and I would go out and look for them. But the only problem that bothers me here is that the Princess had to witness it."

"Well I think in time she will forgive you. After all, you are a warrior. She must've known you have killed before."

"True," Link agreed. "It just bothers me, though."

"The very reason why you aren't a slayer and a warrior," Kristi explained. "You care about people."

"You might be right." Link wrapped an arm around her.

And that is how they walked back to the apartment: having a cheerful conversation that had nothing to do with the tournament. Then they went to bed early, knowing they both had to get up early tomorrow. For Link was sure his next opponent was the Goron, and that was going to be the fight of the tournament.

Okay there are a couple more fights but after that i swear the real plot will start going. And if you've liked the story so far, you should love what's coming up. Also the number of reviews i'm getting is amazing. Please keep it up and you'll be seeing chapter much sooner.