Summary: Continuation of Rise of the Hell Lords---
Just minutes after the battle against Hell Modeus ends, the Triforce Team discuss what they should do next in their quest to destroy the evil army of Hell. They decide to go back to Earth, and it is there that they meet a warrior with something unbelievable; a fifth piece of the Triforce...is he friend? or foe?....
Categories: Fan Fiction Characters: Zelda, Link (OoT & MM), Impa
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 22 Completed: Yes
Word count: 53484 Read: 58361
Published: Jul 14, 2004 Updated: Dec 12, 2004
The Battle For the Mystic Circle by BOEG
Chapter Nine: The Battle For the Mystic Circle
“…so you actually stole it from him? As in he doesn’t have it anymore?” Yoshimitsu asked Shinota in regard to the Mystic Fire.
“I don’t think he has it anymore…I just stole that crystal…and I was filled with this knowledge…this power that I shouldn’t have understood…but I did,” Shinota answered.
“Either way we have the entire Mystic circle now…whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing I dunno though,” Jet pointed out.
“…on one hand…we have more power than before,” the executioner said.
“Yes…but on the other…he will have more of a desire to claim it from us with force,” Ogre said darkly.
“We have to kill him…soon,” Zelda declared.
“Yeah…but the question is…where?” Link asked.
“…in Zedusria…on the mountain…it is the smallest place I can think of…I’m pretty sure he would find it difficult to swing that giant blade around with much ease in there,” Shinota suggested.
“….fine with me,” Goku said.
“…yeah…to the mountain it is,” Jet agreed, standing.
“Anytime you’re ready man,” Link nodded, patting his leader on the shoulder.
“Digi-Port Open!!!” Jet yelled, the light shining forth once more from the warp portal. The team entered the mountain of Zedusria with haste.
There was a very large black, skull shaped rock at the top of the mountain’s winding path, fires glowing fiercely in the eye sockets of the stone. Just as the team had hoped, the Dark Knight had taken the bait, and was awaiting them on the summit. His sword was in his hand, and his armor had been repaired, but his mind was filled with anger and hatred, and his actions would be swift and powerful. This was the battle; he was going to claim the Mystic circle, or take their lives trying.
He was nearly powerless now, and the second choice seemed more likely, but either way, he would make them suffer. They had stolen his prime source of power from him, the one thing that had given him an edge in his quest to destroy his son and reclaim the Mystic circle. He saw them make their way up the steep trail, weapons in hand, combat lingering on the edges of their minds.
“Give it up Dark Knight!” Jet yelled out.
“…I refuse it,” the Dark Knight responded, leaping off of a high ledge onto Jet and Shinota, knocking the fighters off of their feet. They each rolled to the opposite side then stood, attacking the Dark Knight with their blades. He blocked easily yet again, punching the Zedusrian in the face and hitting Jet in the chest.
“…I’m really growin’ to dislike him,” Shinota grunted out.
“Join the club pal,” Jet responded, Black Sunset in hand. He twirled the blade around his head and brought it down upon the knight, cutting his shoulder. He clutched his body in pain and kicked Jet into a nearby wall, dislodging several small stones from the mountain.
“Ugh…Mystic Ice attack!” Kafei yelled, blasting his chilling magic at the knight. It hit him in the chest, forcing him back. He tried forcing the magic back at Kafei with his sword, the blade doing nothing in his defense.
“Mystic Lightning attack!” Link yelled, following Kafei’s lead. The skies darkened as Link harnessed the forces of nature, electricity flowing through his hands at an incredible rate, blasting out in the force of a magically charged beam at the knight.
“Mystic…Sand attack!” Jet yelled, pummeling the knight with more magic, the blinding sands obscuring his vision and distorting his thoughts.
“Mystic Fire attack!” Shinota called out after Jet, the Dark Knight’s greatest weapon becoming the instrument of his defeat.
“…Mystic…Light…Attack!!!!!!” Zelda screamed, her voice echoing over the hills and valleys of the tall mountain. The beam of light shot from her hands, mixing in with the rest of the Mystic circle then parting the magic as it itself dispersed and slowly disappeared. When the magic faded, the Dark Knight’s form was gone, sent through a wall of sheer stone in the mountain.
“….you…do not…take…away…my magic…my power…my life!!! And hope…hope…to get away with it,” the Dark Knight called out, stepping out of the debris that used to resemble a wall of solid rock. His armor was cracked and ruined once more, the helmet about his head covered in dust and cracked from large rocks. His sword had been destroyed yet again, cracked in half. He stood now, nearly powerless except for his bare hands.
“..Shinota…remember what I taught you? That thing I was telling you about in my training unit?” Jet asked.
“…yes,” Shinota answered, doubt in his voice.
“…Try not to mess it up…we have one shot…only one…” Jet instructed.
“…Fu,” Shinota began.
“Sion,” Jet continued, his movements precise and exact in timing with Shinota’s.
“Ha!!!!” they both called out. Two beams of light shot down from the blue sky, blinding the team and the evil knight. The two lights shined together as one, and when the light was parted, there was one figure standing to face the Dark Knight, Jet and Shinota gone from the battlefield.
The man who stood to face the evil knight had tall black hair spiked high with blonde streaks running through it, his eyes white without pupils. He wore gloves with blades emerging from them, a fusion jacket about his muscular chest, baggy blue pants below them, standard saiya-jin boots on his feet.
“I…am Shinotet,” the saiya-jin called out.
“…try…kill me,” the Dark Knight taunted.
“….Hya!!! Spirit Ki!!!!” Shinotet yelled, charging a large orange Ki blast into his palms. He spun around, flying into the air and launching the attack at the Dark Knight. The ground around the warrior was destroyed, a large explosion made in wake of the attack. When at last the fires and light faded, the Dark Knight was no more, dead.
Time passed, and within a half hour, thirty mere Earth minutes, the fusion split, and Shinota and Jet were again two.
“Welcome to the family Shinota…you have saiya-jin blood now,” Jet told him, panting.
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