Post by bobsnicket on Jan 4, 2009 4:07:46 GMT -5
Chapter 17: Final Destination
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{4} Hyrule Castle
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The same darkening orange sky (now mixed with deep reds and bright violets) was in the background, but this time the clouds were actually above, which was somewhat of a relief. Although the next stage was still from a considerable height of between four and five stories high, it was much closer to the ground than the previous location. The site was a rooftop, but not just any rooftop: the highest battlements and spires of Hyrule Castle could not be mistaken with the gray stone surfaces blending in certain areas with dark green shingles the color of the mystic Lost Woods. The ancient, historical architecture was wide across, with two green spires on the elevated central area, one of them upon a tower that extended even further upward. Another shorter spire was placed on an unreachable parapet below in the front, and on a lower roof on the right was yet another spire, except one could pass through a hollow arch running through it, and the top of it was flat as if the upper few feet of material had been sliced off like cheese. A few black windows dotted the otherwise plain stone outer walls. Extending up from the horizon and covering the setting sun, thereby casting a great shadow across much of the grassy land around the castle, was a tall range of mountains, Death Mountain being most prominent among them with its halo of dark smoke lingering above it. But yet there seemed to be another difference.
Everything was beautiful, from the construction of the castle to the environment, but it appeared as if it wasn’t quite as beautiful, as detailed, as it could, or should, be. The corners and ridges of the walls and mountains cut off too sharply, and the colors of the sunset didn’t blend and blur together as smoothly; if one looked hard enough, individual pixels of color shades could be seen. This wasn’t just Hyrule Castle—it was Hyrule Castle…of the Past. Master Hand and Crazy Hand, who each appeared in their traditional order on either end of the castle in midair (and were equally downgraded in visual intricacy), had chosen for the next battle to take place in the Dimension Conflux itself.
The Hero of Time himself, conqueror of the dark tower which had once stood in this very spot, faded into existence, descending slightly from the bluish-white light surrounding him. Link was placed at the top of the tower in the middle, and was given a spectacular view of old Hyrule which he was unable to enjoy due to the current predicament. He drew the Master Sword, now relying on fate and the strength of the Triforce of Courage to guide them to victory.
Directly below him, at the bottom of the tower, the same hero’s younger incarnation materialized onto the castle top. Still lit up with a youthful, fiery passion and ambition for success, Young Link drew the shorter but more wieldable Kokiri Sword, prepared to, for the first time, make battle with his older self at his side. The green hats on both Links flapped in the high-altitude wind.
To Young Link’s left, still on the elevated central rooftop, Princess Zelda spun into visibility, the green magic and yellow ribbon-like force of Farore’s wind making her appearance light and graceful. However, the last of her own magical energy had been drained in the effort to revive the other Triforce holders, and the heir to the throne of Hyrule knew that in a bout against Master Hand and Crazy Hand, she would be of little use in her current state. Therefore, she concentrated, and after delving into the last reserves of her royal endowments, glowed a brilliant white, her figure morphing and altering itself. When the light faded a matter of seconds later, she was no longer Zelda of Hyrule, but the mysterious Sheik, an inconvenient and confusing guise she had taken on during Hyrule’s darkest age, yet at the same time much better suited for combat of most any kind. Without knowing her true identity, you would never be able to decipher that the masculine-appearing figure with a wave of blonde hair and the red insignia of the Sheikah tribe emblazoned on the front of her muscular blue garments was one and the same as the elegant princess who was the daughter of King Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule. Sheik appeared to grimace at Master Hand from beneath the cloth covering her mouth, and reached towards her store of needle spikes.
His heavy leather boots plodding onto the green shingles to the left of the central stone surface, fingerless gloves gripped into tight, powerful fists, and eyes commanding a natural opaque ruthlessness, Ganondorf the King of Evil took his place as the fourth contestant. His heavy, embroidered bronze cape flapped ferociously along with the green hats behind him as he directed his glare to the foe just a few yards above and before him, the one who had stolen his traditional role of mightiest tyrant in the land.
Which, according to the beast who appeared on the opposite end of the stage, underneath and partly concealed by the green spire bending around him, might not be the truth. For Bowser, the equally power-hungry King of the Koopas and one of this world’s oldest of creatures, very much considered himself, no doubt, to be the true ultimate tyrant and opponent of civilized Nintendonians. However, having set aside this history and reputation occasionally in the recent past, the colossal spiked turtle of fiery breath could now tend to be more inclined to not only ensuring that no one was superior in power to himself, but that his world, his home, was protected from anyone who attempted to change or harm it, even if it meant going to the great lengths of teaming up with his frequent enemies. Bowser roared towards Crazy Hand, bloodthirsty for the opportunity to avenge the deaths of Bottles, Orca, and his elite Hammer Bros. battalion.
As before, there was a short period of glowering on the Smashers’ part, the clouds rolling across the sky like cotton candy, followed by sudden simultaneous action.
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Master Hand descended upon Ganondorf like a fell vulture, intent on snatching the man in his giant grasp. The Gerudo caught the hand’s index and ring fingers with his long, muscular arms, and held them back with gritted teeth, determined to overpower the self-proclaimed god in a duel of might. His arms shook, his legs quaking with the effort of withstanding Master Hand’s immense strength.
Sheik flung a series of needles into Master Hand, several of them pricking the glove’s fingers, but having no visible effect other than inflicting minor damage. Seeing Ganondorf’s engagement, Sheik then turned to follow the Links towards Crazy Hand. Link jumped down from the top of the tower and dropped with a hard landing next to his younger self, and the three of them approached the tunneled spire.
Crazy Hand, becoming the likeness of a gyrating drill, drew back and then hurled himself towards the hulking Bowser under the spire. The warmongering counterpart was met by a heavy stream of blazing hot flames. While this did not cease Crazy Hand’s charge, ending in Bowser being slammed into the stone wall between the central and rightmost areas, it scorched him and lingered on the glove several seconds afterward, causing his HP count to drop steadily. Bowser was hurt little, being protected by his tough spiky shell. The Koopa King rolled over and clamored back to his feet. He lunged vengefully at Crazy Hand who was still underneath the spire, and dug his sharp claws into the index finger, gripping it tightly. His fire deposit still in the regenerating process at the moment, Bowser leaned down and bit down as hard as he could on the fingertip. Its texture and taste was strange: rubbery, but not fleshy and severable like he had hoped. His shark-like teeth could not close down more then halfway down the fingertip. However, Bowser had no chance to ponder this phenomenon, for upon clawing and biting the finger, Crazy Hand had screamed in fury, and jabbed relentlessly forward, pushing Bowser backward and pinning him by his stomach against the wall. Bowser could not let out a single wisp of smoke or flames, let alone breathe; he gasped for air, unable to close his claws around the long, thick finger pinning him. Crazy Hand applied more and more pressure, choking and crushing the beast mercilessly.
Link and Young Link jumped as one and plunged their swords downward, striking Crazy Hand concurrently with their mismatched blades, which penetrated no further than Bowser’s teeth before bouncing off and landing them on top of the hand himself. The heroes knew they had marred their enemy, however, because of the Adversary Analyzers in place against their pupils, showing a decline in Crazy Hand’s vitality. Sheik leapt above and landed a swift kick to Crazy Hand as she descended. After reverberating off, she touched down in between the huge thumb and the index finger still pressed against Bowser.
Ganondorf and Master Hand struggled against one another, “hand in hand,” one might say, or more literally, “hand in finger.” The pressure buildup was so great that it was comparable to the force being held in by two tectonic plates jammed pushing against each other at a fault line. The wielder of the Triforce of Power poured into his exertion every last drop of energy from not only his body, but the strength he possessed from the golden triangle glowing on his left hand. He was astounded, therefore, when still he could not prevail over Master Hand; no amount of physical force seemed to be able to subdue him, or surpass the white glove’s capabilities. Ganondorf’s eyes grew bloodshot, his muscles bulged with this unprecedented constriction, and he trembled even more than before from the strain of holding such a transcendent, sublimely potent adversary in check. He would hold this position until he could take it no more and survive, for nothing was more important to Ganondorf than proving his superiority over even the strongest Nintendonian antagonists. While the Gerudo was incredibly able to maintain this strenuous standstill, virtually any other human would have crumpled from a pinch of Master Hand’s fingers. The setting sun shone between the two combatants in just the right spot and exactly the right angle, so it seemed almost as if this light was being generated by the epic struggle, although they tilted forward and backward slightly, shaking continually. It struck Ganondorf as ironic that this story would begin and end for him in the same way: wrestling.
Surrounded by challengers, Crazy Hand deemed the time appropriate to go off into a fit of thrashing. Banging on the ground and flicking his wrist and waving his fingers wildly, he sent the Smashers into flying disarray. Link and Young Link collided into each other along with the side of the green spire on the right. Sheik tumbled through the air, knocked about by the spasmodic hand. Bowser, too heavy to bounce very high, was flattened by Crazy Hand’s weight repeatedly, unable to escape the hand deity’s wrath. Their movement was akin to a group of astronauts ricocheting around inside a bouncy castle—without the cushion.
After a painful and very unpleasant segment of time in which this persisted, Link eventually managed to grasp ahold of the flat top of the spire; his younger self clung onto his boot, pulling him down inadvertently. Using the strength embedded in his Golden Gauntlets, the Hero of Time lifted his body along with that of Young Link above and over the edge of the spire. The flat surface was so small, however, that they could not both stand upon it at once. So Young Link crawled across the top of the spire, gripped the opposite side of the spire, pulled himself down so he was hanging below the safer end, and let himself drop the seven or eight feet to the castle top beneath. Bowser climbed similarly onto the middle segment of the battlements, which Sheik collapsed upon soon afterward.
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Link and Young Link followed up with a volley of arrows, flaming, freezing, or neither, against their opponent, hoping he wouldn’t realize there was no one still trapped in his self-provoked tantrum. Sheik did the same with her needle spikes, while Bowser turned his back on them and observed Ganondorf’s solitary endeavor against Master Hand. The bombardment was enough to cause their enemy to halt, however, and they prepared for Crazy Hand’s retaliation.
“RAAAAAARGH!” Crazy Hand balled into a fist and began pounding on the spire like a rude solicitor upon a door, each hit carrying the force of a giant’s footstep, shaking the entire castle. Link staggered at the edge, and cried out as the spire tilted over and then fell, causing him to descend with it. The top of the spire protruded over the edge of the wall after crashing onto the surface. Link toppled over uncontrollably, rotating both horizontally and vertically, and bound for the ground hundreds of feet below, but knowing that he would vanish into a white void before reaching it. He shot his Longshot—a longer form of Hookshot—blindly behind him in the direction of the castle as he fell, and felt a skip of relief as it connected securely with something.
Young Link had been made to dive forward in order to avoid being crushed by the spire, and turned his head to see Link’s Longshot shoot above him and snag onto Crazy Hand. “Link! WAIT!”
But by the time the 10-year-old was able to utter his warning, Link had already pressed the latch to initiate it pulling him back to where it had attached, which was undoubtedly an unsafe destination. Link had scarcely the time to see where he was headed before Crazy Hand’s fist jerked forward and plowed into him like a ping pong paddle, detaching the Longshot and sending him back in the other direction, only faster. Link wished he had done more to damage the two hands as he disappeared in a horizontal splash of white light, his consciousness joining the other ten in the void.
Ganondorf, ignorant of all this, yelled in passionate exasperation as he began to bend down before Master Hand, losing momentum in the colossal duel of strength and power. He couldn’t fail, not now, not to the one being he desired to overcome more than any other in the Nintendo Universe.
But in a couple of seconds, he was about to.
A beastly roar of confrontational bellicosity sounded from behind as King Bowser leapt down and strained against Master Hand alongside his fellow villain. The Koopa’s strength, combined with what was left of Ganondorf’s, was sufficient enough to turn the tables. Master Hand was pushed back, his palm turning upward until it had nearly been flipped over, being parallel with the ground. Bowser rammed his spiked shell underneath the hand’s wrist, and pushed it upwards abruptly, striking Master Hand with his numerous spikes and two curved horns. Ganondorf simultaneously landed an uppercut laced with rippling purple energy into the palm.
Master Hand retreated over the edge, plainly surprised to have been bested even in such a little thing as a wrestling contest. But although there were no facial features to show it (and thank goodness there weren’t), the resident of the giant room was also amused and impressed by the competition. “Ah, what a coincidence…the Nintendo World’s two fiercest villains, setting aside their differences and combining their efforts against a third, superior one. I shall be sure to note this correlation in the descriptions I create to accompany your trophies!”
“Eat Poison Shrooms, you oversized sanitary device!” bellowed Bowser.
Master Hand laughed. “I’m afraid I cannot do so, Bowser; you see, I have eliminated the necessity of such primitive mortal activities…”
Ganondorf was ready to reengage. “Begone, horrid Thing of limited embodiment. We have a more fitting place in this world than you…and all we do is antagonize it. You claim to be a master of creation. Well, whoever created you must have been some lunatical fool who merely wanted to add a useless character to plague our lands.”
“Hm,” was Master Hand’s only response before the reengagement.
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In a monumental display that would be documented for ages thereafter as one of the most classic clashes of all the Nintendo World’s history, the two Nintendo villains nodded to each other and set to work teaming up against Master Hand. There was no such thing as a light hit in this struggle; every second and every motion counted. Bowser and Ganondorf, although not the speediest of characters, did all they could to avoid Master Hand’s various flicks, drilling, slapping, smashing, and attempts to grab ahold of them. The pair of notorious kings then, when they could, combined their abilities to try and fit in a decent retaliation to Master Hand’s assaults. Some occasions, Bowser would release streams or short bursts of fire, while Ganondorf would find a satisfactory position from which to attack the preoccupied foe with kicks, punches, knee jabs, or even swings of his extremely large and heavy sword, each being coated in purple energy, and often accompanied by a furious yell. Other circumstances, Ganondorf would initiate by shoving Master Hand during a temporary stall into the short wall between the green shingled area and the central platform, while Bowser would take advantage of this with a swipe of his sharp claws, a ram with his head, or a gravity-assisted Bowser Bomb from above. They clearly proved to be the Master Hand’s most formidable challenge as of yet.
Master Hand at one point was back over the left edge of Hyrule Castle once more, and then Bowser, not being in a state of mind to think through his processes very thoroughly, did something incredibly daring but destined to have dire consequences for at least one side. Leaping from the ledge of the central battlements, the enlarged turtle defied the laws of physics once again by soaring skywards a number of feet, and then, flipping over so his tail and underside faced down, boldly executed a monstrous dive-bomb, pressing down upon Master Hand with great force. Ganondorf watched in astonishment as the suicidal Bowser Bomb forced both Koopa and hand into a swift descent along the ramparts of the castle, and both vanished below.
Ganondorf could not see satisfactorily down the wall to determine what happened consequently, but there was a splash of whiteness. And as nothing happened for several moments afterward, the Gerudo began to believe that Master Hand had been vanquished along with Bowser, and that the sacrifice had single-handedly brought the hand god’s reign to an end.
But alas, it was not to be so.
He heard the deep laugh before the actual reappearance; tightening his fists and gritting his teeth angrily, he scowled contemptuously and in slight disappointment as the enormous hand reappeared, unharmed by the boundaries of the battlefield, unlike Bowser. It was another example of explicit injustice, Ganondorf thought: Master and Crazy Hand had only one means of being defeated, and that was through the depletion of their vitality. The Smashers, on the other hand, could be defeated by simply being knocked off the top, bottom, left, or right side of the stage. This was abominable. It called for vengeance—vengeance he was more than willing to extract. He drew his sword.
Young Link retreated back to join Sheik as Crazy Hand returned from his expulsion of the boy’s future self, relentless and tireless. The maniacal fingers shot forth both barrages of missiles and blue lasers alike, making it more difficult than ever to avoid being hit. Young Link cried out as a missile blasted into him, knocking him back several yards, while Sheik, despite her agile figure, was nearly maimed by a jet of laser energy which tore through the blue cloth on her arm and made a sizeable gash. Both were pushed even further back, unable to make an offensive move without risking destruction. Young Link caught a glance of Ganondorf and Master Hand nearby behind him, but there was no time to turn around. It was impossible to side-step and navigate around the raging Crazy Hand before him, and it was best if he and Sheik refrained from backing up any further lest they be sliced into bite-sized morsels or flattened like pancakes. They were at an inescapable impasse.
Young Link’s eyes widened as Sheik stopped avoiding projectiles; in a flash, she drew out a smooth, exquisitely carved bow, and fitted to it an arrow with a tip glowing with the yellow brightness of the sun. Crazy Hand focused a multitude of missiles on her, and as she was consumed in an explosion of missiles, her hand released the Light Arrow, which seared through the air like the wings of justice and pierced the square center of Crazy Hand’s palm.
The exalted counterpart bawled in excruciating pain as the Light Arrow passed through him and then vanished into the distance with a twinkle. Sheik was torpedoed by the missile concentration past Master Hand into the void on the left end. After several seconds of spasms and jerks as he shook off the aftereffects of the magical arrow, Crazy Hand regained his composure and lifted himself into midair above the battlements again, more rabid than ever.
Now only hero and nemesis remained to face the divine hand duo—but they had run out of available space. They were almost being sandwiched together as Young Link’s back met Ganondorf’s, both with swords drawn. The last red rays of sunlight were fading between them.
The Hands laughed. “A valiant effort, humans,” Master Hand said, “but…it is finished…” Both giant opponents formed fists, the knuckle joints jutting forward like two rows of bony guillotines, and made ready to smash into each other. But they didn’t anticipate what Young Link was doing.
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The green-garbed boy had out the Ocarina of Time to his lips, and was blowing a tune into it, closing his eyes and swaying from side to side to the simple haunting melody. The hands hesitated in their finishing blow, thrown off by the awkwardness of what the Kokiri kid was doing. Even Ganondorf expressed a brief look of confusion—but then, he realized what his young rival was up to, and nodded, acknowledging the boy’s quick-thinking skills.
The tune was soon inexplicably taken over by a whole symphony of music, deepening the emotional versatility and the soft, flowing layers of each string or wind or percussion instrument. And then the music began to increase in tempo. With it, a slight drizzle of rain initiated its descent upon every person, place, or thing below. But the tempo kept speeding up, faster and faster, and with it, the pressure and density of the precipitation, until before long it became a downpour, blurring the colors of the pre-dimensional world around them. Lightning flashed in skeletal streaks amidst the dark gray clouds which had formed above them in the dusk, followed soon after by booming thunderclaps. The wind picked up, flurrying past them, until the fruits of Young Link’s Song of Storms took full effect. Around him and Ganondorf, the wind took on a circular swirling motion, forming a rising funnel which rapidly rose into a small twister. The two residents of Hyrule began to feel their feet lift off the ground…
Crazy Hand cursing, he and his brother wasted no more time in proceeding with their fist crash, not wanting their quarry to escape their clutches. But they were just a bit too late as the whistling, shrieking twister picked Young Link and Ganondorf up off the castle-top and rotated them in uncontrollable circuits, elevating with each cycle. Finally, after reaching the height of the twister, they were shot straight upward, as high as the tallest spire of Hyrule Castle, and found themselves looking down dozens of yards upon their eluded adversaries below. The rain soaked them to their skin, their damp hair flickering amidst the gale.
At the peak of their whirlwind-assisted rise, Young Link gazed at Ganondorf, who stared back, dark face alive with contempt for the Hands, so consumed that in his rage he did not consider his traditional animosity which he was supposed to show against the boy. With another accepting nod, he turned away, as did the boy, as they began to fall.
Ganondorf plunged his feet straight downward, allowing no chance for his target to avoid his strike. He bent his knees, and then kicked down with all his might, the joined force of the storm and his shapely leg muscles pounding the bewildered Master Hand onto the green shingles. Leaping off the Hand, he quickly drew his dark blade, and lifted it ceremonially. As he struck at Master Hand, however, his opponent rolled over, bulky as a rhinoceros as the hand was, and rose to face him from another side. Bringing up the heavy sword again, Ganondorf yelled as he swung it over his right shoulder at Master Hand once more—but this time it was met with a hard clang. The Gerudo’s eyebrows rose. This hand god had a new trick up his invisible sleeve.
Similarly, Young Link plunged his Kokiri Sword down towards Crazy Hand on the center stage, and succeeded in dealing considerable damage with the assistance of gravity. He rebounded back to the stone surface, and reaching into his tunic where he miraculously kept all his equipment, drew out a sizzling bomb, and tossed it at Crazy Hand. The lunatical warmonger simply caught it, however, and hurled it back at him at several times the speed he had. Young Link rolled forward, the bomb exploding where he had just been, and rose up mere inches away from the colossal white glove. He swung his lighter sword in an uppercut, expecting to make harmful contact with his foe. But just as with Ganondorf, something equally as hard clanged with his sword, blocking his hit. Young Link cried out in surprise as he grasped the unexpected new technique which had been used to shield his attack.
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From the tips of each of the hands’ five fingers, black, pointy protrusions extended beyond about two feet, glossy and deadly like sharpened obsidian. These were what appeared to be razor-sharp fingernails, and were apparently strong enough to withstand the blows of hand-to-hand combat weapons, no matter how large, as demonstrated with Ganondorf. And so hero and villain engaged in the most challenging, high-staked, and bizarre sword fight of sorts they had ever experienced.
Young Link held up his wooden Kokiri Shield to protect himself from Crazy Hand’s ring finger and pinky, and dueled the other three fingers with the sword in his left hand. Crossing “blades” with the second and third ones, he jumped as the thumb sliced at his feet. Then, once he landed, Young Link shoved against the two black fingernail-like points with all the might of a ten year old hero, and landed a sharp jab in between two of the fingers. But this left no time to relax, for while his sword arm was kept busy, Crazy Hand’s fourth and fifth fingers caused additional trouble, trying to circumvent the shield. It was like no enemy he’d previously faced.
Ganondorf took a less conservative approach against Master Hand, aiming to chop the fingernail blades clean off, but no matter how hard he swung, the obsidian-like points remained firm and intact. It was almost harder for him than his juvenile rival, for he had less widespread means of defending against the jabs of Master Hand’s fingers. It was like combating a miniature five-headed hydra with knives for tongues: each finger moved independently, for Master Hand had such thorough control and coordination over them that before long he was sweating on top of the torrential rain. He yelled as he bounded over the tyrant, slicing the top of the white hand while performing a full front flip in the air, his ragged cape billowing behind him. Landing on the other side, facing the sky, he was only just able to spin around and meet four of Master hand’s black fingernails with his thick blade. He noticed the fifth point, the thumb, was not present. Peering around to locate this missing threat, his reflexes saved him as the point came flying at his head from around the side of his sword; he grasped the near side of the log-wide thumb, the long black point halting mere inches from his throat. The Triforce of Power glowed brighter than ever on the hand holding Master Hand back, the fact that he could hold the other four fingers back with a sword using only one hand proving the great extent of the energy it gave him.
Young Link panted as Crazy Hand backed away slightly from their battle. He suffered from several deep cuts from the deadly fingertips, and unlike Ganondorf, could hardly match his opponent’s brawn. Bracing himself, he brought his shield up and raised his sword protectively as Crazy Hand backed away further, and then soared in a high arc, palm flat, down upon the hero. He screamed in pain, however, as his measly wooden shield was crushed and splintered by the slap, and his small body was bone-crushingly flattened. His sword ill-fatedly ended up sticking out in the gap between two of Crazy Hand’s fingers. The only things keeping him alive were Master Hand’s rules and the low-quality resilience granted to the dwellers of the Dimension Conflux. But it was over for him; everything went black before his distorting, water-beaded vision, and he was not even conscious as Crazy Hand threw him off the side of the castle, being sped along by the pounding deluge.
The Triforce of Power exerted the last surge of its potency during Ganondorf’s and Master Hand’s standoff, allowing the Gerudo one last passionate swipe, one that would have cleaved off any corporeal limb, yet only caused the hand’s figure to flash purple as it took in the damage. And then the force of the rebound jarred the blade out of the dark king’s hands, and the black-pointed thumb pinned him by his shoulder to the castle top, inflicting an agonizing prick which stung and throbbed like a hot poker impaled through his flesh.
Ganondorf had no strength left to struggle; neither would he have done so even if he had the strength, for he would not allow his conquerors such satisfaction. Master Hand and Crazy Hand loomed above him, the rain pattering onto his face and into his eyes, so he could barely see. But from what he could see, he deemed the pointy black-tipped gloves to look like the claws of some repulsive creature, monstrous and undeserving of anything less than utter annihilation.
Both Hands laughed. “You have put up a worthy fight, dark king,” commended Master Hand. “Truly you have well earned your place among the Greats. But not the Greatests, unfortunately. I wish you an interesting existence as part of my collection. Farewell, dark king…”
But even in defeat, the Gerudo streaked with his own dark blood smirked. “You have made a crucial mistake, great beings. Your time is up.”
Ganondorf was sent skyrocketing into the dark clouds, where his silhouette vanished in an indistinguishable sparkle that was cloaked behind a final flash of lightning over the land of old Hyrule.
MASTER HAND: 351 CRAZY HAND: 347
TO BE CONTINUED...
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