Waking of Friday, October 13, 2017 ~ 3
But of course, I was repulsed from
making contact with my Sheikah Slate.
Unholy dark clouds swirled up
around the main control unit, the evil energy condensing into a swirling blue light
that was.... much too pretty for what
it portended....
I momentarily wondered if I might
even see Daruk instead. That light....
so fair....
But a few heartbeats later, the
light coalesced into a massive sword, no a right sword-arm, the hulking limb clamped upon by some titanic hilt, from which
gleamed a blade of Ancient make, twenty foot long at least—into a cruel left
hand on an arm more lithe, palm curled upwards with vicious nails and malicious
magenta flesh—into the bottom of the torso, the terrible drippy body, lost like
hanging guts, uneven, non-corporeal, irrelevant—and into the head—into massive,
massive armor in a wreck of towering
dominance, wild horns jutting strangely and bloodred mane split into two matted
flags waving—
Some of this I only remember from
later glancing at the pictograph I took.
I think I was too close.
But I’m not going back to take
another.
Fireblight
Ganon was much beefier than
Waterblight Ganon had been.
Ugh.
Fortunately, I still had a million
ice arrows.
What a serendipitous elemental
affinity.
Daruk’s voice encouraged me as I
pelted him with arrow after arrow, as I dodged his blade and played
ring-around-the-rosie about the main control unit, as I felled him and ran in
swinging with the biggest stick I had on me—a Royal Claymore or something, some
two-handed longsword with a sharp point and golden embellishments....
I don’t think I sliced him up too
much between arrowings, though. I tried one time but.... so close, so dangerous....
And when Fireblight Ganon’s life
meter was half-emptied.... he upped his game.
With a terrible roar no living
thing could emulate, the monster flexed and flared, fire engulfing its person.
The Ancient Blade turned a hot, bright orange. The thing took a place in the
air, and began charging up what I could tell would be a devastating attack.
I took cover behind one of the many
struts supporting the spiky frill on the Divine Beast’s back. The fiery charge
raised in pitch, in intensity, until I heard the monster release it, and the
air around me was instantly BLASTED outward, ignited, from where Fireblight
Ganon hovered.
But I was safe. That was good
cover.
I was confident.
In fact, I was still running on
just the half remaining hearts I had left after climbing the volcano.
....
Sweet.
I peeked around and shot a few more
Ice Arrows at him, but he soon found a new spot to occupy and charge up a new
attack.
I had to move and duck down again.
I glanced at his life-meter. Was I doing any damage?
I stepped out once more and watched
carefully as I pelted him again: the Ice Arrows seemed to impact on the
encircling sphere of flame; they never made contact with the body beneath. And
the life-meter didn’t go down.
My Ice Arrows were now ineffective.
Great,
how was I going to hit him? I thought. Projectiles couldn’t penetrate the
fireshield; did I need to get up close and personal with a melee weapon?
I looked at Fireblight Ganon again.
He was charging up another fireball to cast at me.
And I looked at him.
Arms straining, claw hand
trembling, muscles working.... he was gathering in a lot of energy for this....
And I saw—pulling it in.
Sucking
it in.
Like
those Rock Octoroks....
And a suspicion I’d had of the four
Divine Beasts blossomed into further realization.
Four
Divine Beasts.
Four
Plateau Shrines.
Four
Slate Functions.
Each
of these four beasts must have
something to do with each of my four Slate functions....
Water
with Water for Zoras—Cryonis—that one was obvious.
Magnesis
and Stasis, those could go either way with the Gerudo and the Rito—
But
Bombs?
Bombs
were always and forever a Goron device.
And
the Gorons were dealing with Vah Rudania.
Vah
Rudania had to be dealt with with
bombs.
Hadn’t
the land of Eldin prepared me for such? Cannons activated by bombs, railcars
activated by bombs....
And
pulling, sucking Rock Octoroks, defeated by Bombs.
All of this flashed through my mind
in the span of a heartbeat or two. Or maybe more—I’m not sure; my heart could
have been going pretty fast.
Fireblight Ganon seared with raging
heat as he completed his charge and let loose another exploding firebomb—I
ducked where the blast couldn’t reach me.
But when he next stopped in the air
to charge another attack, I called upon
Ja Baij.
In
my hour of need, I called upon the aid of the Sheikah Monk Ja Baij!
And
Ja Baij delivered.
The round Bomb I hurled toward the
demon menace was swirled up in the
sucking whirlwind, spinning closer and closer—past the fireshield!—and I detonated.
I don’t remember if I could see the
blue of the explosion. But I knew the monster felt it.
He tumbled out of the air and crashed
upon the deck of Vah Rudania’s back, stunned and dazed! And in I ran!
I was so far away, but in I ran, swinging and slicing!
Too far away indeed—I didn’t get
but a few hits in on him. But I got the pattern down, and there was no safety
for him then.
I repeated the attack a few times as
Daruk’s voice cheered me on—“Lay it on
him, little guy!”
And I did.
And Fireblight Ganon screamed a high keening as it died....
high, high, wailing, shrieking like an
over-boiling teapot.... terrible thing....
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