Thread: The Wrong Hands (PazzoXLunlun)

Gannon felt a sharp pain arch up through his arm to his shoulder, the sword growing unbearably hot in his hand. He glanced down at it, and then back to the glowing spirit in front of him. The sorcerer could feel the skin of his palm blistering, the smell of his flesh burning. He did not scream, and he did not hiss, his gaze remained determined and focused, and a slight smile played at the edge of his lips. Gannon quickly raised the weapon up in a salute to the blue glowing FI, steam from his grip flowing all around him. He then pitched the weapon across the room to her, it skittering along the amethyst tiles to come to rest at her feet. Gannon's voice was somehow more powerful, more sinister. Understood.. He rumbled His calculated behavior did not fit the descriptions of the impatient and incompetent yet powerful sorcerer of legend, nor the history of demon lore that Fi had suddenly remembered, he was now something else... When presented with a threat in his own throne room, Ganon would normally just wave his hands and summon his minions from the Sepulcher. The huge crystal device towered above them both, filled with a swirling purple and blue mist. Several of Ganon's minions were pressed against the clear panels, eyeing up the blue spirit hungrily from within their crystal prison. The sorcerer ignored them... Ganon muttered an ancient invocation under his breath, and his whole body was abruptly enveloped in a dark purple blue magical flame. His features began to twist and morph, and his body began to grow in size. His robes shimmered and shifted, taking on the appearance of heavy, glossy plated black lacquered armor, adorned with spikes and blades on almost every surface. His feet and legs morphed to something more ungulate, his heavy cloven hooves sinking and shattering a few inches into the purple stone tiles. The chipped debris was picked up by the flame, and swirled around him as he changed shape. His handsome face then changed and morphed, taking on the appearance of a great warthog, with a menacing snout and vicious looking tusks. His thick arms grew in length, and his gauntleted hands bore long scythe like talons. Behind his blazing blood red there was an unholy and truly evil intelligence. A faint reddish smoke ran from the corner of his glowing eyes, adding to his sinister appearance. The Gerudo Demon King had taken his true form, a 12 foot tall hulking humanoid with the face of a wild boar, clad in heavy black spiked battle armor. A tattered cloak of midnight black flowed and billowed around him. His unearthly voice was pure agony upon her ears, like a mixture of breaking bones and grinding metal upon metal. I accept your challenge... He murmured. Gannon took one mighty step forward, planting his massive black armored hoof into the floor , the floor tiles cracking under his great weight. He assumed a menacing fighting stance, and with a loud clanck of slamming his gauntleted hands together, he summoned a weapon of his own. A huge black metallic two handed spear, wrapped in what looked like shreds of dragonhide. The savage weapon hummed with power, purple light emanating from its saw toothed head. Gannon ran his tongue over his tusks, truly amused, savoring the prospect of a good fight... He just stood there quietly, not attacking but at the ready. His chest heaved as he breathed, and each exhale was a hideous long and slow hiss of contempt. His heavy armor clinking slightly with each slow breath. He patiently waited for Fi to take up the fabled master sword against him...