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There was a twinge of something at the base of his spine as Ike blinked, and Ezka retaliated with a downward swing that Ike barely blocked, sinking to his knee with a heavy grunt. The magic was suffocating, his hands tightening around the handle. He had to go help Samus, something...something felt wrong. Something felt too familiar.
"Pathetic," Ezka purred, dark magic roaring across the blade. "You've lost all of your rage, Ike. Where is that fury? Where is the violence!? Have you castrated yourself!?"
"No," Ike grunted, eyes flashing stubbornly. No, he had something harder to fight for...he couldn't sink into that again, he couldn't lose himself to the rush of power again as he forced his legs to rise. Ezka let go, and that gave the Dark Hylian time to slam his fist against Ike's stomach as he grunted heavily in pain, tendrils of dark magic slithering across his body as he slammed against a tree. He had gotten stronger...much stronger.
"You wither and die in the light, while I go stronger." Ezka growled, stalking closer. "You are alone, Ike."
"Pathetic," Ezka purred, dark magic roaring across the blade. "You've lost all of your rage, Ike. Where is that fury? Where is the violence!? Have you castrated yourself!?"
"No," Ike grunted, eyes flashing stubbornly. No, he had something harder to fight for...he couldn't sink into that again, he couldn't lose himself to the rush of power again as he forced his legs to rise. Ezka let go, and that gave the Dark Hylian time to slam his fist against Ike's stomach as he grunted heavily in pain, tendrils of dark magic slithering across his body as he slammed against a tree. He had gotten stronger...much stronger.
"You wither and die in the light, while I go stronger." Ezka growled, stalking closer. "You are alone, Ike."