Ganondorf's power was generating heat, fear, terror...everything was shifting, rumbling...changing. The storm never slowed down, it only seemed to get worse. Impa didn't look back from Ike, she knew what he was doing. His aura alone was breaking away Zelda's room, exposing the sky. He let out a thunderous roar that seemed to carry across the entire world, his arm raised up as his Triforce flashed in his hands.
"Triforce! Hear my wish! I will command it all! The Sky will be torn asunder! The ground shall be split into my image! I will be a god among mortals!" A bright, burning flash of light shot into the very sky, and Ike's heart slammed into his gut as that pure beam of light twisted and shifted into darkness. It stabbed high into the sky like a deadly plague, soon...stars began to fall. Horrible wails began to fill the sky, one by one...the sky began to blink out of it's light. The brightest star held strong, but even it began to plummet to the land.
Palutena Ike mumbled, shifting the grip on his sword as he rushed forward with a wide swing. Ganondorf blocked it with a simple hand, grinning in amusement.
"I must admit, boy...you remind me far too much of Link," he purred, even as Ike's eyes remained resolute. "A brave, horrible fool until the very end...but there is something different in your eyes...something that reminds me of that woman from the stars." Ike's eyes narrowed at that before he reared his sword back and swung it down, he moved back, but Ike persisted. Truth be told, Ganondorf was impressed. Lesser men and women would quake in terror at his pretense, his very aura was one of unnatural power...he had given the sky to Medusa, the land was his. And yet still, Ike fought.
Ganondorf weaved through his swings before he stopped his blade and slammed his fist across his face, Ike jerked back with a pained grunt, holding his sword in front of him for defense. Now that was an interesting feeling...it felt like...Medusa, but different. Oh, she would like him...then...another gift to give her to prove he was a man of his word. Paultena had chosen a champion, had she?
"What is your name, boy?" He rumbled.
"...Ike," he muttered, taking long, heavy breaths. He couldn't do this, but that wasn't the point...he was buying time, and Ganondorf knew that. Ike knew that Ganondorf knew that, as well...which is why he was wary. What was he thinking?
"This fighting is pointless," he smirked. "You are a mercenary, are you not? Your services would be far more useful under me. Your loyalty is commendable, especially for a lost cause...but I admit, I cannot always amuse my Lady Medusa, I think she would like someone to be an instrument of her will. A Black Knight, if you would." Ike lowered his sword after a moment, expression neutral.
"...I accept," he mumbled. Perhaps Samus had a point, after all...but from the inside, he would know more. He could save more, he could do so much more...if that meant that he would be a target of hatred, of anger...so be it.