Thread: The Wrong Hands (PazzoXLunlun)

Ganon brought up his spear to defend against her. Despite his great size he was incredibly fast, but only just enough to parry her attacks. Any openings in her defense were quickly countered and blocked with the blade, or she launched a quick series of kicks with blinding speed. She landed another double kick right into his midsection, and he compensated by planting his feet into the floor. His armor took the brunt of the attack, but the force of the impact made him slide backwards on his heels, his feet digging deep trenches into the stone floor. He just stopped when he felt his heel touch the back wall. Amethyst dust from the floor swirled and settled all around him. Fi stood there, diminutive as she was, smiling darkly and advancing upon him slowly. This isn't working... He muttered to himself. He knew very well what the problem was, he just didn't want to admit it. The last of Ganon's foolish arrogance melted away and allowed a new type of thinking. He was using his regular tactics, trying to intimidate the enemy with superior size and strength. He now knew he was wrong for this, as it had never worked in the past with Link. He was just too big, and too easy of a target. His form, while very powerful, was just to slow. His armor was too heavy, his limbs too bulky, and FI was just too fast and quick, as well as being a very small target in relation to his massive spear. He had been too much of a stubborn pig in the past, reluctant to admit that his perfect tactics had been wrong. That nonsense stopped here and now. It was time for a change, time to take the fight to their level. Speed for speed, tactics for tactics. Gannon stood up to his full height, slamming the butt of his spear into the ground, holding it tightly with both of his armored hands. He muttered another invocation in his deep, torturous voice, His massive body was once again enveloped in a brilliant purple flame, and once again his features began to morph and shift. The sorcerer began to shrink in size, even smaller than his earlier human form. He shrank down to a height of about five foot ten inches high. His skin was still ebony black, but his features were soft and gentle, almost an exact match to most other Hylians. His straight hair was coppery red, and came down to about shoulder length. His new body, athletic and lean, was clad in tight fitting black oiled leather with metal studs. Much lighter and far more mobile. His forehead still bore the golden symbol, and it glowed brightly. His eyes still blazed a furious red. His great spear molded and shifted, and was now comprised of 3 black metal bars each about three feet long, connected with chains like a San-Je-Gun. Each end was tipped with a thin, wicked looking scythe like blade. The bright purple flames surrounding Gannon subsided, and he raised up on his ankles repeatedly, familiarizing his new weight. He tested his new weapon, swirling it over his head with blinding speed and in front of him in figure eights. The blades of his new armament leaving faint purple light trails in its wake. Alright... He murmured in a rich voice, like oiled silk. I like it... Satisfied, the demon king assumed a menacing fighting stance, inviting the beautiful spirit of the master sword to come at him again. He looked at her with the devil's eyes, a seductive grin playing at the corners of his now quite handsome face...