from darkest shadows he leaps, blade sinking into the backside of one FOOLISH enough to attempt a backstabbing. ganondorf’s entire life has hinged upon his need for survival, and with no one else to protect, he can be as SAVAGE as he wants. he’s bristling, biting, teeth bared and clinging to his possessions in a manner not DISSIMILAR to a dragon hoarding its treasure. The thrill of battle has always been EXCITING to his cruel heart. Narberal was aware of her limited count of her basic spell as she was one of the destructive spellcasters in her world. “If i used all of my counts, the classic way of bashing humans mercilessly.” The reason why she has her wooden sword. Brutality is always a straight choice to deal with nuisance. One lightning will work unless there is a number of them.” Chain lightning is an effective choice but quite brutal. ❝how would YOU have done it, then?❞ head tilting to one side, he steps out from the shadows, giving the stranger a BETTER look of the disemboweled corpse. ![]() sword is sheathed, though a hand remains resting neatly upon the pommel. ❝glad to know that we are in AGREEMENT,❞ he responds without much mirth behind his words. but nevertheless, despite his grim visage, a smile MANAGES to slip across his lips. ![]() the only one who has ever been here to offer a modicum of joy is here no longer - that ship has SAILED. though ganondorf would be lying if he DENIED pride in a massacre well done, his priority has never been in the happiness of others. ![]() He cares not whether his moves be advantageous to others or not.
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