The Wrong Hands (PazzoXLunlun)

What will happen when Fi, the spirit of the sword programed to mind any master that controls her, falls into the wrong hands?

The Arch Sorcerer sulked upon his opulent obsidian throne, his massive, ebony black hands cradling his troubled brow.
Gannon stood up and sneered at the gorgeous ruby red triangular crystal hovering but a few feet away above a waist high crystal spire.
He stood up, his satin black silver trimmed robes rustling around him angrily.

At 7ft 300lbs His is an imposing figure, A heavily muscled ebony black skinned man with close cropped, coppery red hair. A golden symbol glowed slightly on his forehead, reflecting off the carved amethyst surfaces of the walls and floor...
He could almost be considered handsome, if not for the animal like rage marring his face with a scowl...

His voice was a deep, rich baritone
"Hyrule will be mine..." He growled angrily, rumbling deep and low in his chest.
"Zelda will kneel at my feet, and Link's remains will be fed to my pets..."

He gestured to the huge crystal orb that dominated the center of the room, filled with an oily black mist that flowed and eddied, seemingly alive.
every now and then, a large craggy skinned ocktoroc, or a sickly pale blue moblin could almost be seen within... Almost

This was where he stored his minions, and this is where they waited to be summoned, to do their masters bidding...

But alas, every time he summons them, That fool protector of the princess Link manages to destroy them...
It was infuriating, to be constantly Thwarted by that puny Hylian...
If only Gannon had more power...
A weapon of the same strength as Link's sword....

If only....

He howled at his faintly glowing ceiling in frustration, and smashed his powerful fist into the floor, sending chips of amethyst flying in all directions. Breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, he stood up slowly. He spun around, his robes flailing about his muscular frame.
He glared at the hovering red crystal again. It floated silently, pulsing and glowing an ominous red. Perhaps he could create such a weapon himself, or rather...
He snapped his fingers once, a flash of hot blue sparks followed by a wisp of smoke coming from them.A shimmering doorway opened in front of him, a portal to another location in his mountain hideaway.

His personal library. The black walls were cylindrical in shape, about 40feet in diameter. They were lined with all manner of shelves for dusty tomes, cracked leather bound books of impossible age, and dry crackling scrolls covered in dust. These shelves stretched up to an impossible height, the ceiling, if there was one, was lost to a faintly glowing blue mist. He began tossing books this way and that, howling in frustration yet again
He grabbed a large and impossibly ancient leather bound book trimmed in gold filigree, its cover worn with age...
He hoisted it up, as if to throw it, but stopped suddenly, his golden eyes softened, scanning the ancient writing on its binding.

Gannon swiped the table clean with one pass of his mighty arm, sending plates, a silver scale, countless books, and several scrolls tumbling to the floor.

He slammed the book upon it, and quickly opened it, his face grinning an evil, predatory grin. He came to the chapter he wanted. He looked up to the ceiling and roared in a maniacal laughter.

The chapter was a chronological listing of all appearances of "The Master Sword" which was Link's fabled weapon.

His eyes scanned the page intently. For four days straight he looked indexes and other tomes, confirming his findings.

This time there would be no stopping him. Gannon began to climb the ornate carved ivory staircase that lined the walls of the tower, digging through shelves as he passed. About an hour later from all of this rummaging, He found what he was after. A dust covered box made from ebony. Inside of it was a magic artifact, an hourglass that could be used to open a doorway back in time...

He had never know of its existence. Had he simply had patience and mental fortitude, he could have easily defeated Link and ruled all of Hyrule, as was his birthright...
He referenced the dates in his books one last time, and with a howl of mad laughter, began to chant in an ancient and forbidden tongue. At the conclusion of his chant, he smashed the hourglass to the floor, and was enveloped in a foul red mist...
The mist dissipated quickly, and where Gannon had stood there was nothing.

The library stood vacant. The magical blue candles gutter silently, bathing the room in their pale azure light. The sound of the cold wind howled as it traveled up the library, bouncing off of its shelves.
Suddenly, where Gannon had stood before, a great red fire erupted, its blast bathing the entire room in its infernal heat. Books and scrolls were blown from shelves, their pages smoldering, lying in cluttered heaps upon the floor.
The flame evaporated, and the red mist dissipated in the faint breeze of the library's atmosphere.

There he stood, grinning evilly as the remnants of the crimson mist licked up his fame to disappear.
In Gannon's hands lie a gorgeous weapon of legend. The Skyward Sword was now his...
A deep. low growl of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he admired and considered the weapon, turning it over in his hands, running his fingers over its engravings...
It felt oddly warm, almost as if it was.... Alive somehow...

Fi had been waiting in her hiding place for ages since the last Goddess placed her there in wait for the hero of their time. As the hero begun to awaken so did she, and she sent out a pulse of her power, a call for the hero to find her and begin their journey. A great journey that would awaken the land below, save the Goddess, and rid the world of the evil demon lord Demise. Fi was only programmed to help the hero, her master, the only one that could possibly find her.

After some time she felt herself pulled from her place and being warmed by hands. She assumed by the hero so she waited a small time for him to become accustomed to holding her before her blade let out a soft glow and she materialized from it. The sword itself was still there but the glow of power was not. "You are not the one." She started, her voice sounding somewhat like bells. "However, you are the one in possession, this makes you the Master. I am Fi, spirit of the sword, placed to help the Master on his quest." She bowed slightly, her arms and ribboned sleeves bending outward.

"However now, you are the Master of the sword, I have not been programmed for this. So, until the Hero has come to claim his destiny, you are the Master." She stood straight again, thought her body hovered slightly off the ground she was nowhere his height. "So I will help you in whatever way possible to further your own quest."

"Interesting... " The master sorcerer chuckled, considering the mysterious spirit girl who just materialized from his stolen weapon...

"I am afraid you might be disappointed little girl..." Gannon rumbled, "For my quest is to destroy the one who continuously thwarts my every move to reclaim what is rightfully mine..."

"... My quest is to destroy Link."

His chiseled, powerfully built face grinning evilly

The girl seemed to stand there like this didn't faze her but in truth it was obvious she was appalled. She was trying to take time to think of something to do. She was one with the sword and couldn't leave it behind. Yet her life her reason to be was to help the hero, not harm him.

"In that. I will not help you. I shall not allow myself to be used against the one who shall save my creator." She stated blankly.

Could she make it so her sword couldn't harm Link? She would find out she supposed.

"His will is unbreakable, he is the chosen. Even without me he will find a way." She sounded more like she was convincing herself.

Gannon laughed a deep, hideous, predatory laugh. It echoed throughout the library for several torturous seconds.

The master sorcerer turned his eyes back to the blade in his hands, no longer glowing, yet still quite impressive. Reflections from the blue candles glinting beautifully off it mirrored surface.

He approached the spiritual form, towering over her, his nostrils flaring in arrogant pride. Gannon had won, just no one knew it yet.

"Lie to yourself if you must, but you will not lie to me..." Gannon murmured "...I can smell your fear. And yes little girl, you are very much afraid."

The sound of the wind sweeping through the upper reaches of the library seemed like a distant, mournful wail...

If she was standing, his laughter would have made her legs shake, it unnerved her. Fear, yes I supposed this would be the human equivalent of fear.
She doubted he could smell it though, it must be obvious some how, her voice? Her face?
She stuck out her chin in what would be a defiant manner and opened her mouth to tell him off.
How could she though? He was the one in possession, the current owner of the Master Sword, how mouthy could she get with him? How much could she defy him?
She wasn't sure. She could always hide herself within the sword, but he could always just summon her back out. Then again, it just seemed like he wanted a weapon.
"If that is all you wish to discuss, shall I take my leave for now?" Her voice was even. She wasn't sure what unnerved her more, this place, or this man.

Gannon considered the female spirit. Fi was quite beautiful, if a little unearthly. Her shapely figure appeared as if she was carved from pure sapphire, and hew whole body glowed with a gentle blue haze. Her garments were long and flowing, and gorgeous images of stars, nebulae, and galaxies gently flowed over the surfaces of her ribboned sleeves. She was a fine prize for any man, and she now belonged to him. An unexpected bonus to his plans for Hyrule. He arched a bushy orange eyebrow, and put a thick finger to his chin as he thought and schemed what to do with her.

"No..." The fiend hissed acidly. "You may not go, I may have an immediate use for you yet."

He spun on his heel, and walked toward the swirling reddish portal that led back to his throne room.

Just before entering, he stopped, and looked at Fi over his shoulder. "Spirit of the weapon that I now own, You will follow me..."

And with a rustle of his midnight robes, The sorcerer disappeared though the shimmering crimson gateway.

Fi was hesitant at first. She did not like the look in his eye. What ever he had thought of, she could not understand it. Then again for her to register who he was she would need to have him charge the sword with holy power, further deepening the hold he had upon her as well. So for now she was in the dark.

She floated over to the portal but couldn't really sense what was on the other side. Still she was commanded to follow, so follow she did. She hovered through the portal to go to her Master and their new destination. She tried to keep her head as still as she could, to hide the curiosity she had at looking around at her new surroundings, closely following Gannon.

A faint violet light emanated from every surface within Ganon's cavernous throne room amisdts the sound of barely audible rumbling somewhere in the distance. The sorcerer fiend emerged from the mist red portal first, quickly followed by the small blue female spirit. The hazy, swirling red dimensional gate then winked out of existence.

The Future King of all Hyrule muttered to himself madly, a cruel grin splashed across what would be his handsome face, the golden symbol on his forehead glowing ominously. He gazed at the weapon in his hands, held it over his head in triumph, and bellowed out a hideous laughter that seemed to fill the entire cavern. But suddenly Gannon felt a powerful force pull on the Master Sword.
He looked up at it in disbelief, his golden eyes furious. The unidentified force pulled on the sword yet again, harder this time, forcing him to hold it level with the floor.
The weapon hummed faintly in his hands, slowly glowing in volume. rained as he pulled back with all of his might on the weapon, gripping it tightly with both hands.
All at once, the throne room was filled with a blinding flash of intensified read light. It was the Triforce of power, the sacred red jewel, suddenly awakened in the prescience of the sword.

Like an invisible giant, the Master Sword forcibly pulled Gannon along with it, his black velvet boots sliding along the amethyst floor tiles. As the blade drew closer, the Triforce of power bathed the room in crimson streaks of lightning, reaching out in all directions. He hastily shielded his eyes with one hand, while greedily keeping a death grip on the Sword with the other. Howling in rage, he was dragged across his throne room faster and faster, until the point of the weapon lay but a mere hair away from the ruby artifact. The violent red arcs of light coalesced upon the master sword, and all around the evil sorcerer. Gannon howled in a mix of intensified rage and great pain.

And just as sudden as it began, the bright crimson light disappeared, thrusting the room back into darkness, save for the faint purple glow of the ceiling, walls and floor. Gannon fell to one knee, visibly weakened. The triorce of power hovered a little lower above its pedestal now, its normal angry cardinal glow replaced by a contented maroon dimness.

The Master Sword glowed a faint blue now, pulsing mightily with power

Gannon lie face up on the floor at the base of the triforce pedestal. His arms and legs splayed, with his right hand clutching the holy weapon tightly.
Using the master sword to steady himself, Gannon spat out a curse, and carefully regained his footing.

His eyes suddenly cleared, and they immediately shifted from their normal bright gold to a deep crimson, like they were orbs of pure molten ruby.
Everything was so clear now. How could he have been so brash and incompetent all of these years? How could he have been so overwhelmingly stupid?!?!?!
All of his pathetic attempts to seize power, every single one of his hastily constructed plans, everything was due to his narcissistic hubris...

He understood this now, and normally when faced with such frustration he would have gone on one of his regular rampages, his temper flaring as he destroyed numerous inanimate objects...
But not now... No, such behaviors were for the weak willed and incompetent. His own arrogance kept him from success, his own impatience barred him from his birthright...
Gannon was now something more than he was, and perhaps something less... Whatever the Triforce of power just did with its abrupt release of energy, it had changed him greatly.

For once in his existence, The Demon Sorcerer controlled himself. He had a valuable opportunity to seize power, and his newfound wisdom and patience would be instrumental.

Turning with an uncanny grace and not his usual angry thrusts of his limbs, he stood before the glowing Azure woman, His head cocked gently to one side. His face was no longer marked with evil glee or feral rage, but something far more sinister, and much more unholy...

The great spirit of the sword was amused when the sword started to drag him along. Some faint part of her rather hoping that somehow the Goddess had saved her and the sword would be thrown from this place, far far away where only the hero would ever find it.

Her hopes were obviously dashed as he held quick to the blade. As the blade drew near the triangular ruby the fear struck her, as she dashed over she found herself too late to stop the power syncing itself to the sword.

She had miscalculated, she had not recognized the triforce of power for what it was, seeing as she was used to it being golden and sealed far far away. She had not even known that it could add its power to the sword and she just stood there. Her eyes burned from staring into the light and the triforce doing it's masters bidding of adding power to the sword flared it with just enough holy power for the master sword to be at full power. "Recognition complete." Said the sword spirit in a rather monotone voice. "New Master of the sword, Ganon, king of the Gerudo Tribe."

Information about her new master filled her mind even though she had never been told it before, and a further dread filled her stomach as she realized something even he did not. The reason he never truly died, the reason he kept coming back. Ganon was the one Fi was meant to kill, the whole reason she was born. Ganon, was somehow the reincarnated Demon King Demise.

The Demon King somehow owned the triforce of power? To her that was an impossible conclusion, if he also owned her it would truly be the end of the world. He was the reason her Creator Hylia had died in the first place and given a human body. He was the reason the Hero had lost his life and was cursed to be reincarnated, the three powers of the triforce woven together for eternity.

Fi couldn't take that conclusion. She started to glow a blight blue light, and as she did the sword in Ganon's hand would start to hum, and then grow hotter and hotter. Somehow she would burn the sword from his hands, she would take it up against him, somehow, she would save the hero.

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...

The spirit of the sword had a small victory when he released her holy blade, however the feeling did not last long. Fi watched that transformation transfixed. She wasn't sure what was happening at first and slowly understood as he came into this new form. To the great spirit it was a revolting form, a truly fitting form for a demon such as him, however she was also feeling fear.

The fear was not simply caused by his new grotesque form either. It was also cause by the intelligence behind his eyes, and the way he wanted to fight. She was anxious as she stared up at the towering beast, unsure now how she would fight him at all. Sure it seemed like a great idea before when he was smaller, even though he was still huge compared to her...

The spirit showed non e of this on her face however as she bended at the knees down to grab her own blade. It felt strange, wielding herself as a weapon but desperate times. She thought to get self calculating in her mind. 'There is an 85% chance I'll lose this battle...' She sent a small silent prayer up to the Goddesses.

If Fi had her way, she would hold off, find his attack pattern, and counter it. However she had a feeling this beast was too smart for something like that now, She had a less chance of being able to be on the defensive for long without losing. All out at once? Seemed like a great move to her.

He feet glowed with a white light as the spirit quickly zipped behind the beast, gliding through the air as usual and not walking. As she reached the back of him she raised the sword, and learned that since the sword now recognized him through the triforce she couldn't do a skyward strike, one of the blade's best moves. Instead then she spun closer to him, her lithe body perfect and graceful in it's dance like movements as she tried to strike out at the back of the great beast.

Gannon quickly disappeared in a bright green flash, and Teleported across the throne room instantly, a deep chuckle resonating from his chest. "Fast, she was definitely fast" he thought to himself...

Yes, she was frightened, and the Sorcerer had always thought that was an advantage. But then again this is why he always lost to link in the past, as he would not respect his opponent. Fear is not a sign of weakness. A cornered animal, scared as it is, is quite dangerous. This was a very powerful spirit, and he knew the feel of being struck by that hellish weapon and laid low by it so many times before...

No, the usual charge in and slashing madly with spell and blade wouldn't work here... She would likely be able to absorb any offensive magic he cast at her, making her stronger.

She came at him again, blinding fast in a streak of blue light. He brought his great spear up to block, and a loud clash of steel on steel rang out in the room, echoing off the walls.
Sparks few as the two weapons met again and again. Small as she was, she was determined. "Fast..." He thought "...she is too damned fast!"

Gannon swirled his spear in a blinding defensive arc in front of him, knocking Fi's weapon off to the side. He quickly followed with a mighty overhead downward strike, slamming the saw-toothed head of his massive spear at the spirit, obliterating the floor where she had just stood. Shards of amethyst flew in all directions. Gannon recovered, looking around frantically for where she had gone. He roared as he felt her two feet connect with the back of his neck... The sorcerer flew foreword, striking the floor in a great crash, his great bulk shattering the floor in several places. He continued rolling until he struck the far wall with his back

Pinkpricks of light swirled in front of his eyes, He grunted and attempted to blink them away.

The demon king stabbed the but of his spear angrily into the floor, and used it to regain his footing. The blue spirit stood defiantly against him. His fury grew...

"No..." The demon whispered to himself. Fury and rage serve no purpose, they cloud the mind, and make you unfocused and mistake prone.

He decided to let her think she had the upper hand, perhaps she would make a mistake for him to exploit...

He would have to be patient...

Fi was releaved, she seemed to be getting somewhere. Sure he was big and strong, much stronger than her. However he was also slow. Be what he may it seemed he was still mortal. As he attacked her from above she had to dodge. Not just because he'd knocked her sword to the side but also because even if she could block his downward strike she still knew it would do some major damage. Things were looking up and she was beginning to feel hope, She tried to remain calm however.

It didn't help that the holy blade recognized him as the current master. She could blow him physically but almost any magic she could do with the blade would refuse to harm him. She'd almost smiled when her foot strike connected. She stopped floating for just a moment to look at the great beast, his back against the wall. Just because the sword couldn't use magics didn't mean she couldn't.

She zipped over in front of him using her speed to her advantage once more, allowing the power of the three lesser Goddesses, to flow through her. Attacking with fire, wind, and light magic swirling around her she focused it into the sword and continued to try and strike him down.

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...

The spirit didn't like that he had different forms. He could change a will and this was something that bothered her. Not only was he now smaller, and probably faster, he looked more normal, less like a beast or a monster. If she didn't know better she wouldn't want to fight him at all.

She was also worried about his new weapon. Sure it wasn't as big but now it had a better reach advantage, more flexibility, it would be harder to block, to dodge.
Fi's skin started glowing a soft blue, similar to the blade in her hands. She was willing her flesh to be as strong as the blade. She wouldn't cut so easily now. However that wasn't to say she didn't have weak points, they would just be harder to get to.

She watched the man sink down into a fighting stance and she stood as usual, not bothering with a stance since her fighting style was more like dancing and not having a stance helped her fluid movement. She looked at the blade in her hand, just as much a part of her body as her leg, because it was her. She willed it to be strong and give her strength in return before she started zipping around the room in a seemingly random pattern, no movement ever the same twice, before she started zipping in, trying to land hits on the man while avoiding his weapon.

Gannon did not give her a chance to close the distance. Using his teleportation magic, he likewise attempted to match Fi's movements, instantly melting away in a flash of green light to appear just next to her. She was still amazingly fast, but then again so was he.

The two combatants flailed relentlessly at one another, neither gaining a clear advantage. At one point, Fi had managed to plant her knee into his face, making him cry out as he recovered with a backflip to land on his feet. She was upon him in a flash. He brought his weapon up high to counter her overhead swing, and quickly wrapped one of the black chains around her sword, immobilizing it temporarily. He used the opportunity to slam his forehead into her face with all of his might...

Fi refused to let go of the blade, taking the blow to the face. While the blow didn't stop her it did faze her a bit. It would not have been painless for him either since her flesh was currently much harder than a humans. She also tried to take advantage of the short distance between them trying to land a knee between his legs as well as trying to land and elbow to his temple calculating that these were weak points in the human body.

She then spun around pulling with all her might, this would either pull his weapon away, or break her blade out of his chains. It simply depended on how strong the man was. Fi was quickly learning however why this man was in possession of the triforce of power.

Gannon's eyes momentarily narrowed as he sense Fi's plan...

He quickly threw out and released the right staff and chain, releasing Fi's sword for his weapon's grasp...

Hopefully this would throw her off balance...

Gannon then saw an opening, and he took it, planting his boot heel right in the small of her back, kicking her with all his might.

The impact was so great that the breath was banished from his lungs Her crystalline body hard beneath his feet...

""Cmon Fi... you don't want to win..." He murmured to her...

Fi was easily caught off guard and the blow hard enough to send her flying into a stone wall. It took her a few moments to get back up after falling from the wall to the floor. She stood straight but it was easy to see that the blow still did some damage.
She was confused at his statement. Why would she not want to win? If she won she could find a way back to the hero, so he could be the master of the sword. Plus the Hyrule of this time would be safe from this demon king.
"Why would I not wish to win this battle?"

Gannon took the momentary distraction to his advantage, and wheeled around on the spirit of the sword...

He advanced on her taking advantage of the opening... As she brought up the word to block his three sectional staff, her quickly entangled her weapon within its chains...

The Demon king the pulled upward for all he was worth, wanting to disarm her...

Fi let go of the sword quickly, so instead of staying tangled up in his weapon the blade flew through the air. Fi herself then seemed to roll up as she simply became a blue dot of light and flew into the blade itself. Once the blade started to fall she materialized once more her hand on the blade, she took advantage of the fact that she was above him and tried to land a hit on him from above and behind.

Gannon's handsome face curled into a devilish smile as he eyed the beautiful spirit... The way her shapely body moved with grace and liquidity... Oh how he enjoyed toying with her...
He abruptly disappeared into a flash of green light, and then reappeared behind her, wrapping her in a tight bear hug from behind... He hard crystalline body rough against his...

Gannon brought his lips close to her ear, so close she could feel the heat off of his cheek... "Because Fi..." He purred to her softly... " Because you really want something else from me..."
His grip tightened around her... He was frightfully strong, his tightly muscled and lithe body pressed up against her from behind... His scent was of exotic masculinity and spices...

"Enough of this foreplay Spirit..." He said to her... "... You are powerful to be sure, but you are misguided. I am not the Fall of Hyrule, I am its Rightful Heir. Why else would you be here now?"

The Demon King dropped his weapon, and gently caressed her chiseled neck, playing at her collarbone... "Get on your knees before me, and pledge your loyalty to you new king... And I can promise you everything that your goddess has denied you...

He muttered an old incantation, and Fi's crystalline body suddly became soft and supple, warm and feverish... He had made her flesh so she could feel him, feel his touch... He spoke to her in a voice like oiled Silk... "Pledge yourself to me, and you will rule at my side, and you shall never want for anything..."

Gannon's powerful hands rubbed at her neck, and his teeth found her delicate ear... He bit down firmly, wanting her to feel the delicious threshold where pleasure and pain dance around one another in a blissful waltz...

"Kneel to me, and I will teach you new meanings to the words "Love" and "Intimacy"... For someone who normally wears the face of a great boar... The Demon King quite possibly knew his way around seduction...

Her growled like an alpha male wolf selecting a mate... "Just let me rule you, and you can have everything you want, and more... Link can still protect the realm, Zelda can still sit on the throne and rule Hyrule in such a way that's best for the people... While I carefully advise her from the shadows that everyone so wrongfully fears... And you lovely spirit, can have the honor of being mine... "

The spirit was becoming quickly and ever more so confused. The great leader of the Gerudo had knocked the sword from her grip as he grasped onto her. The spirit had miscalculated not expecting that the man could teleport like she could. Of course this was no real worry to her seeing as she could call the sword to her however she was unsure at his words once he had discarded his own weapon.

As the spirit listened to his words she was even more surprised when her body turned to flesh like that of a humans. The new sensations that came with having softer skin were unknown to her and she was not expecting how warm and soft his hand felt around her neck and collar bone. Letting out a soft gasp as he bit into her ear unused to the new feelings inside of her as her body responded to his.

His growl vibrating from his chest and into her back seemed to make her feel more excited. She really wanted to believe him. Link and Zelda safe? Hyrule strong? Wasn't that all she wanted? In this strange world where humans lived down on the surface in a land called Hyrule, who was to say what she knew was really the right thing anymore? Logic and thought swirled in her mind mixing and not giving her a clear answer.

"You are currently the one the sword recognizes as it's Master" She said a bit uneasy as if unsure if he is really telling the truth yet part of her wanted to believe and follow him another part was scared to believe it. "Therefore if you truly wish for this land to live prosperously, then I shall serve you." The words felt weird coming out of her mouth but she stood there speaking them, making no move to get out of his tight grasp, waiting yet to see where this new development would lead.