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Broomhandle45
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Months had passed, and in those months...Seig and Ganessa had grown, physically anyway. Ganessa had not taken the casual rub against her skills from Seig aside, but it fostered competitiveness. Ganondorf and Medusa had taken to her lessons personally, and it was an interesting contrast indeed. While Ganessa was indeed, more than acceptable with a sword...her talents lied in dark magic. Both of her parents possessed considerable skill in that, so it was unsurprising that it came to her as naturally as breathing. Seig excelled at martial combat, but magic was...a grasp, at best. An amusing contrast, since neither of them could maintain a distinct advantage due to their weaknesses.
They were ready, or...Ganessa was ready. It was quite the big deal, to say the least. She had armor crafted for her by the most skilled armorsmiths they had, a sword blessed by her mother and father...yes, she was ready. Her personality had been humbled, somewhat by Seig...but she was mature enough to handle things. What they didn't expect was Seig, moving through the throne room, past the worshipers and soldiers where Ganondorf, Medusa, Ike and Samus were watching. His son...he had grown strong, his body was tempered and honed, the numerous scars of a vengeful Ganessa littered his chest and arms...but he bore them with no shame. Ike felt a pang of regret, but it was one he simply ignored.
"Wait," Seig huffed. "Wait..."
"What is the meaning of this, boy?" Ganondorf snorted. "Do you have no sense of respect for your betters?"
"I wish to join your army, my lord." Seig murmured, Ike blinked in genuine surprise. Ganondorf tilted his head at that, glancing to Medusa. Well, the idiot parasite of a child continued to confuse him and annoy him...
They were ready, or...Ganessa was ready. It was quite the big deal, to say the least. She had armor crafted for her by the most skilled armorsmiths they had, a sword blessed by her mother and father...yes, she was ready. Her personality had been humbled, somewhat by Seig...but she was mature enough to handle things. What they didn't expect was Seig, moving through the throne room, past the worshipers and soldiers where Ganondorf, Medusa, Ike and Samus were watching. His son...he had grown strong, his body was tempered and honed, the numerous scars of a vengeful Ganessa littered his chest and arms...but he bore them with no shame. Ike felt a pang of regret, but it was one he simply ignored.
"Wait," Seig huffed. "Wait..."
"What is the meaning of this, boy?" Ganondorf snorted. "Do you have no sense of respect for your betters?"
"I wish to join your army, my lord." Seig murmured, Ike blinked in genuine surprise. Ganondorf tilted his head at that, glancing to Medusa. Well, the idiot parasite of a child continued to confuse him and annoy him...