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Hyrule heard the footsteps before he saw their creator. Thump. Thump. Thump. He saw the shadow of several Yiga and then the bastards themselves showed their ugly faces - if you could even count the masks as faces - and Hyrule sent an animalistic hiss in their direction.
“Get up,” the tallest and fattest one spat.
“No,” Hyrule answered.
The tall, fat Yiga looked utterly pissed and Hyrule was slightly pleased with himself. The tall fat Yiga waved his hand and two of his minions entered Hyrule's cell. Hyrule growled, trying to be intimidating like Wolfie, or Twilight, he now supposed.
One Yiga made the mistake of getting too close and Hyrule was grateful he hadn't had the chance to pretty himself up, especially his nails. They were long, and claw-like as a result and he leaped at the Yiga, creating a good long painful scratch along his-her-its throat. The Yiga gasped and stepped back, fingers touching the small trickle of blood from the wound Hyrule had inflicted. The other Yiga backed away, but the tall fat one sent more into the cell. Another put its hand near Hyrule, and he bit down on the hand in a way that he hoped was excruciatingly painful. The hand was yanked from his teeth with a pained scream and he flashed a wicked grin at the other Yiga. He spat, tasting blood on his tongue, something he was sadly familiar with in unfortunate circumstances when he’d had to drink his own blood so Ganon's lackeys couldn't get it.
More Yiga got close, albeit in a wary manner. The first Yiga faced his wrath yet again when it made the mistake of moving to knock him out. He wrapped his fingers around its neck and it dropped like a rag doll from the lack of oxygen after a couple of seconds. Hyrule made sure to stomp on its sternum, delighted at the cracking noise that met his ear, the sound of ribs breaking under his foot. The Yiga's chest heaved and then went still.
“Who's next?” Hyrule asked, a murderous gleam in his eyes, although he could not see it. Some of the Yiga shied away, visibly terrified of the outraged teen.
“Either he kills you or I will!” the tall, fat Yiga yelled.
More Yiga rushed Hyrule with newfound vigor. “It'll be a fight if you make it one!” the hero cried.
Hyrule scratched another throat and cut deeper this time, relishing the spray of blood that erupted all over him. Killing monsters was so satisfying. Sure, the Yiga were quite human in structure, but then again, so were the aches. Honestly, anything that served Ganon was a monster, regardless of its shape. The Yiga's body dropped to the floor to meet its comrade. The bit Yiga lunged for Hyrule, but he was ready. He used the momentum to slam the assassin into the wall. The crack of skull echoed throughout the room. Hyrule smiled his wicked little smile as the third Yiga collapsed like the teammates that had died before it.
Malice in an overpowering scent filled the dungeon. Dink had arrived. Hyrule went tense, hopefully unnoticed by the Yiga.
“Hero,” his - or perhaps its - oily voice said in a tone that reminded Hyrule of a cat playing with a mouse. “Such a noble attempt to fight back. Such a shame that it will be useless.”
“What do you mean?” Hyrule asked, a distinct tremble to his voice despite trying to keep it level. Stall him, stall him, maybe the others will arrive!
“ For all your fighting, it is worthless. Spare yourself the trouble and come with me. Tonight Ganon rises.”
“Not on my watch,” Hyrule answered. I won't stop fighting. You can spare yourself the trouble and forget about resurrecting him. We've all defeated him once or twice, and now we're all together. If you even successfully kill me and resurrect him, he will get his ass handed to him the moment my brothers arrive. You might as well give up now.” Hyrule retorted, noting how Legend and Wind's foul mouths were rubbing off on him. Dink tutted.
“You really are optimistic. The Yiga will kill them all when they come for you. Why, the captain is already dead, Hero of Hyrule.”
“No,” Hyrule whispered, “He can't be. He promised-”
“It looks like he'll be breaking that promise then.”
“He would never,” Hyrule answered confidently, “so I'm going to keep my end and fight back.” And Wild would have said something, wouldn’t he?
The overgrown once-lizard rolled his eyes. “You are a pathetic excuse for a hero, for you carry the key to Ganon’s resurrection in your blood. It is time.”
Hyrule attempted to call Thunder to his fingertips and sparks appeared, only to quickly fizz and die out. His confusion must have shown, for Dink began laughing. “That, fae-hero, is iron. You are lucky to be Hylian enough to not get burned. However, it completely nulls your magic. How wonderful for us!”
This was bad, although bad was admittedly a drastic understatement. He hadn’t been conscious much, but he could tell a good amount of time had passed, mostly by the ever-shrinking state of his body. And he could have figured out a better plan for this scenario if he’d only been conscious. Dink conjured what looked like an inky-black version of Sky’s sword. And if Sky’s was concentrated light, Hyrule could only assume this sword was concentrated malice. Dink twirled the blade in a cocky, showy manner as he and the Yiga got closer. Hyrule thrashed against his chains, despite knowing it was futile, even throwing a punch at one of the Yiga assassins. Hyrule regretted the motion when the Yiga grabbed his arm and used it to pin him to the wall. His other side was quickly given the same treatment.
Completely unable to move his arms, Hyrule tried kicking, but the Yiga holding him got very creative and used their own legs to keep him from moving his own. Terror likely running rampant in his eyes, Hyrule lifted his face to look at Dink, who responded with a sinister smile. “Can’t have you fighting back if you’re going to help us achieve great things.”
Dink raised his sword upward - “Skyward,” Sky had lovingly corrected him when telling the story of how he could wield lightning in his sword. - and Hyrule’s head exploded in pain before he could work out whatever it was for. White and black danced across what was left of his vision.
“Fuck,” Hyrule slurred, not far enough gone to ignore the fact that the Yiga were holding him upright. The ringing in his ears and pounding in his head drowned out whatever Dink said, and he felt the same pain in his head again. This time the world went completely black instantly.