Written in Blood

XLI . A beast awakens

I sink down lower to the ground with my blade out at the ready as he steps back into the main room, his hand still held up towards his face, glowing gold.

More anger seeps into me, I didn't know this level of anger could even be achievable. I can see red and my eyebrows are so close to my eyes, I swear I can see the barest hints of them in my upper vision. And my eyes are narrowed into slits. I'm seething, practically foaming at the mouth like those rabid wolfos in the woods. I feel like an animal, my emotions are raw and it's a pain and a half trying to keep them in their cages.

Adrenaline is whizzing through my veins and I can feel the animalistic instinct within me, urging me to fight. Maybe it's the master sword in my grip or the triangle on my hand, but I start to remember how it felt to fight, to really fight.

This is it. Fight or flight. And I won't be running, just like he didn't run way back when.

I'm so angry at him, that's what is fueling my fire. I can feel my throat gash, but just barely, all my focus is on him and how much I want to slash at him till he's nothing but a mangled up corpse, mutilated and very very dead.

My teeth are basically grinding into each other from the pressure, my mouth clamped shut, a violent grimace on my face. I can see his red eyebrows rise in mock surprise, before burrowing back down over his eyes, another one of his stupidly smug grins smack dab under that nose.

"Heh. You've still got that attitude, huh kid? This'll be interesting."

"I'll beat you to a pulp, old man." I get out, trying to keep a cool countenance, although my words are simmering.

I've got to keep a cool head, try and get his anger up and bubbling to the surface. When he's angry he's even more crazy and he gets careless. His rage will be his downfall. All I've got to do is keep it coming with the snappy remarks, which is something I can admit to be at least somewhat good at. Fighting may have gone out the window in the last eight or so years, but annoying people is a specialty.

I see him grimace, clenching his first even tighter. So I've already pressed some of his buttons, rubbed him the wrong way. He doesn't respond, but I can see the Triforce on his hand start to glow brighter. The light blinds me, along with everyone in at least a seven foot radius. Everything fades to white when the light wraps around his body like some sort of cocoon. Is he already becoming a boar this early?

The boar is the embodiment of his rage, a manifestation of his power but also his hatred. It's all of his horrible raw emotions mushed into one ugly pig. Seems to have the brain of one too, but he's still a hulking giant boar, brutish and feisty.

He could still saw me in half, not even one bit phased by my spinal cord or my ribs, especially not my organs. He'd hack through those no problem.

I've got to stay on my toes. While he was less powerful in his other form, he also had a clearer mind, able to be at least somewhat sly and sneaky. Pig Ganon couldn't dream of being stealthy. His footsteps shake the ground, more similar to thunder than any normal step. You could hear him coming from streets away. Probably could see him too, now that I think about it.

Ganondorf was already a giant of a man to start with, well past six feet- maybe even seven. And he's only more monstrous and impossibly tall now, I'd have to crane my neck up to see his smushed in pig snout and those glowing angry eyes.

I push my fear into the deepest corner of my mind, trying to seen flippant, almost bored, cocky.

And holy Hylia... he's practically bacon. Raw pork. Very raw... he's still moving. The thought seems to help a bit, it's just so bizarre and ridiculous. I'm basically fighting a giant ham. One with a certain vehement hatred for me. Well, that goes both ways. I want to roast this pathetic pig as much as he wants to skewer my head to a spear or something.