Right, so this chapter gets REALLY violent. It's pretty important plot-wise, but the weak-hearted might want to skip it. Just warning you. By the way, as I said, this is the first thing I've EVER written, so I would really like some reviews.
Link slowly walked Epona towards Hyrule Field. On either side of him, sheer rock slopes stretched upwards. The passage was only a few metres wide, and after several hours of passing through it, Link was beginning to get a little claustrophobic. Pulling on the reins, he stopped the horse, looking around. Something was amiss. Looking behind him, he saw something duck into the shadows. Uneasy, he clucked his tongue to Epona and started moving her forward again. Suddenly, with a loud "Hiyah!" he spurred Epona into a gallop.
The Bulbin trailing him, seeing its prey getting away, raised its crudely made bow, firing an arrow at Link. Link grunted as it struck him between the shoulder blades, glancing off the chain mail underneath his tunic. Suddenly Epona stopped, rearing. Two more Bulbins had just stepped out from the end of the mountain passage, waiting in Hyrule Field. Ambush! Link thought. Spurring Epona forward, he drew his sword, hewing through the left-hand Bulbin's neck as he raced by. Drawing his bow, he felled the other Bulbin with an arrow through the eye. "Midna," he said out loud, "Could use some…"
He paused, hacking at another Bulbin that raced beside him on a giant boar. It collapsed, left arm hanging by a string of sinew. "Help here!" he finished. Looking west, he was horrified to see at least another dozen boars approaching from the horizon. He could fight off four, maybe five Bulbins at once, seven on horseback, but twenty -four? That was suicide. "Midna?" he asked again. She was silent. She hadn't spoken a word since disappearing into his shadow at the Bridge of Eldin.
Wheeling Epona around, he decided to demoralize the Bulbins by charging straight at them. They responded by charging at him. Too late, Link noticed the spears they carried. "Shit!" he yelled, pulling back on the reins. As the first pair raced by, a spear caught Link in the chest. Though it didn't penetrate his chainmail, it lifted him out of the saddle. He hit the ground hard, biting off a string of expletives that would have turned the air blue.
"Cowards!" he yelled at the approaching Bulbins. "You are not worthy of combat with me, relying on ambush and numbers!"
He could tell his words had some effect, as most of the charging Bulbins slowed. They surrounded him, watching warily. "If you want honourable combat," Link continued, "Face me on foot. We shall see who is the better warrior then."
To Link's surprise, the Bulbins began to dismount, drawing a motley assortment of daggers and swords. I didn't think that would work, Link thought. His speech was intended to be a last act of defiance. Instead, the Bulbins took him literally. He should have known that, being a warrior tribe, the Moblins were governed by a strict code of honour.
"All right," Link said, spinning the Master Sword in a flourish, "Let's dance".
The Bulbins attacked all at once, blades flashing. Fortunately for Link, their numbers meant they got in each other's way. The first one to reach Link staggered backwards, hands clasped to the fifteen centimeter gash Link had put into its abdomen. Charging straight ahead, Link smashed his shield into one Bulbin's face, hearing the satisfying wet crunch of its nose breaking. He beheaded the next one with a wild backhand swipe, then whirled to catch the first Bulbin's sword on his own. Kicking the Bulbin in the groin, Link used the reprieve to scramble out of the ring of enemies.
Sensing that Link was engaged in combat, Midna finally deigned to come out of his shadow. She emerged just in time to see blood spray everywhere as Link pirouetted to gain momentum, his swing splitting the Bulbin from its left hip to its right shoulder.
"About fucking time you showed up!" Link snarled, parrying frantically.
"What's all this about?" Midna asked, looking at the scene of carnage. Five Bulbins already lay dead or dying, in various states of dismemberment.
At this, Link lost it. Roaring like an angry bear, he smashed his blade down on a Bulbin's head, cleaving its skull open. Trailing gore, his sword then punched through another's cheek, protuding a full six inches on the other side. Then, he was forced to fall back, blocking the thicket of blades that were still seeking to taste his blood. One dagger got past his guard, opening a shallow gash on his right wrist. Though not life-threatening, it bled profusely.
Screaming in rage, Link rammed the sword into the culprit's stomach and ripped upwards, thoroughly eviscerating it. Concern for his well-being was gone. Now his only thought pulsed in his brain like his hammering heart: Kill, kill, KILL!
Midna watched, terrified, as Link smashed a Bulbin's face with his shield, then drove his sword into its forehead. This unbelievable ferocity was even worse than when directed at the shadow beasts in the desert. As she watched, he swung his sword hard enough to cut two Bulbins standing abreast in half. Blood soaked his clothing, ran down his face. And still they came. Reduced to less than half their number, the Bulbins continued to advance, attempting to wear the hero down.
It wasn't working. Link seemed to become more dangerous with each kill, now swinging his sword with none of the finesse Midna usually saw. His shield lay forgotten on the ground, unneeded in Link's blind aggression. The bodies continued to pile up, yet Link showed no sign of stopping. The few surviving Bulbins turned and ran, abandoning their weapons. Link gave chase, cutting down one that was too slow to avoid him.
Two remained. At the closest, Link hurled the Master Sword. It revolved once in the air, then struck the fleeing Bulbin at the base of the neck, killing it instantly. The last one, Link ran after, determined on killing it with his bare hands, if necessary. The Bulbin turned, to see a horrifying sight. The gore-soaked Link was chasing him on all fours, moving in a loping gait similar to a wolf's. Convinced they had attacked a demon instead of the hated Link, the Bulbin sprinted faster. But it was not fast enough.
Pouncing on the Bulbin from behind, Link rolled the Moblin over. The creature had gone mad with terror, screeching like a banshee. Baring his teeth in a feral snarl, Link drove his hand into the creature's neck. The Bulbin's eyes bulged as Link cut off its air. Link increased the pressure, crushing the Bulbin's trachea. Blood began to spurt over his hands as his fingers punched through the soft flesh of its throat. The Bulbin, its scream having long since tapered off into a horrible gurgling noise, weakly struggled one last time. Sinking his fingers into the Bulbin's neck up to the second knuckle, Link ripped its throat out in one quick motion. Blood spurted over Link's face turning his blond hair red. The dying Bulbin thrashed one last time, eyes going dim as its lifeblood gushed onto the ground. Growling softly, Link dropped the chunk of flesh, then retrieved his sword and shield.
Suddenly, he stopped. He looked around, seeming surprised at the piled corpses. He ran his hands over his body, checking for injuries, not seeming to notice the blood covering his hands. Finding only the shallow slash on his wrist, he returned to Epona, who had wisely run out of the combat area. She shied away from him at first, although Link had no idea why. Retrieving a rag from the saddlebag, he bound his bleeding wrist, dripping some blue potion on it for good measure.
Turning, he saw Midna levitating in front of him. Her eyes were wide, and she stared at him as if expecting him to kill her where she stood, or, rather, floated. "In the name of the Goddesses," she breathed, "What is wrong with you?"