Dora felt a tinge of fear slither up her spine. She waited to find out if Link perished against the monsters that Ganondorf revived to take revenge on the hero, or if he survived and she would be the last one standing in his way to battle Ganondorf. As the sensation reached her throat, she swallowed, and hid her fear. She recalled her anger, sadness, and hate, and suddenly burned with the desire to see the hero's head separated from his body. The biggest mistake she could make was to allow her irrational fear to control her.
The door opened, and the kid stepped through. He saw her, recognized her as the woman who stood at Ganondorf's side, and concluded she was an enemy, but he did not know her as his predecessor once did. His clothes, that sword, and that stupid Triforce on the back of his hand boiled Dora's blood, but she knew without them he was just a boy. He had just come from enduring four difficult battles, and she was not about to give him another second to catch his breath.
She lunged straight at him, but his shield was there to block her. It was obvious the power of the Master Sword was back, because just being near it made her wince. Link swung at her, but she avoided his attack. She was right back at him, but he parried around her. Dora was quick enough to turn her sword and block his attack at her side. There was some skill behind his sword after all, but nothing compared to her grueling training.
Dora swung with all the power and skill she possessed, but Link shielded against her, or parried to counterattack. He was already worn down and moving too slow to strike her. His arm tired from blocking, so much to the point he tried to stand just out of reach of her attacks. She jumped toward him, swinging, and he lost his grip on the Master Sword. It flew across the room and landed with a clang on the stone floor. She took advantage, but he started constantly rolling to avoid her. "Get back here," she yelled, and the next swing connected with his back.
Link's body arched and he shouted with pain. They had closed the distance to the Master Sword, but Dora was about ensure he never touched the blade again. She stomped on his arm to hold it still against the floor and swung her sword down for his wrist. Her sword only met with stone, as Link pulled himself to safety across the room with the hook shot. He quickly transitioned to his bow and arrow and fired at her. She marched at him boldly, courageously even, as he fired. The first arrow missed. "If only you could remember what the hero before you knew about me," Dora taunted, but the second arrow pierced her shoulder and she winced. "Maybe you would actually want to kill me!" The third and final arrow pierced her arm. She grimaced, and ripped both arrows out of her body. "I did not have the opportunity to repay him for the heartache and suffering he caused, so you will have to do." Then she dashed at him.
Link snatched the Master Sword from the floor as he started running to meet blades with Dora. He pulled back at the last second to parry, causing her to over reach just enough that he pushed her blade away with his shield. Link swung his sword, slicing Dora across her ribs. The long wound was shallow and dribbled blood, but a cut from the Master Sword only needed to be skin deep to paralyze. She lost all balance and fell on her knees. The pain was sharp and burned, and she breathed quickly as if that would make it go away faster. She glared at Link and rose to her feet, clutching her sword in a white-knuckled grip. "I won't let you defeat me, because you will never tear us apart again!"
Dora lashed at him with her blade, but he jumped out of the way. The effects of the Master Sword began to wear off so her movements were swifter. The severe wounds she suffered bled, and hindered her usual agility. Link blocked her next heavy attack with his shield, then knocked her off balance by bashing her with it. He quickly followed through with his blade across her chest. The sudden jolt had Dora seeing stars, until the blade impaled her stomach.
She dropped her sword, clenched her teeth to fight off a screaming howl of agony, and stared at the blade piercing her. She gripped it suddenly, allowing it to cut the palm of her hand. Her eyes followed the blade up to the hilt, and the hand that held it, which bore the Triforce of Courage. She refused to quit, and tried to stand, but none of her muscles responded. Instead, she started to laugh.
Link could not stop staring at her. He had never met someone so insane.
Dora's vision blurred, and faded in and out. She demanded her hand to lash out and snatch the collar of Link's shirt, and said, "You may have won this fight, but it will be the last mistake you make. You will not survive the wrath of the King of Evil."
Link backed away suddenly, afraid but not shaken, scared but courageous. He pulled his sword back, slicing Dora's hands, and worsening the wound. She grunted and moaned with pain, and she panted again. She supported herself on her hands and knees, until her arms gave out and she collapsed.