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Nadia [@Lugubrious] | Therion [@Yankee] | Sectonia [@Archmage MC] | Jesse [@Zoey Boey] | Omori [@Majoras End]

Level 3 Ganondorf: 0/30
[b]Word Count[/b]: 707
[b]Location:[/b] Vs Mom
[b]Points Gained:[/b] 1
[b]NEW EXP Balance[/b]--- Level 3: 1/30[/center]

When the fighting started, Ganondorf remained strangely inactive. Instead of immediately going on the attack, he just watched and waited. With this many Seekers taking part this time, he decided to observe the big boss's movements and attacks. He figured the extra allies fighting would buy him a moment or two to do this. It wasn't without its costs, though. The large creature was evidently able to stomp more quickly than it looked. Both the attacks were painful to be sure, and when the dust cleared the Gerudo could be seen laying flat on his back. But no matter how much pain he felt, he didn't so much as wince. He scowled and grit his teeth, but nothing beyond that.

[color=Red]"Time to get... serious."[/color] the man muttered. Still laying down, he held up his right hand and suddenly the Triforce began to shine brighter than ever. And then he pushed himself to his feet, breathing through gritted teeth and practically ignoring the pain of his broken ribs. But as he returned to his feet, Ganondorf began to slowly grow noticeably larger. In moments he was nearly twice as tall as Bowser, and just as much more muscular as well. His normally dark tan skin had become a dark shade of bluish green and covered by a mix of same-colored fur and scales. His human face had warped into that of a boar mixed with a reptile and bearing golden ram-like horns. His crimson hair had extended into a long feathery headdress. And Ganondorf's clothing could still be seen adorned by this new creature, albeit looking like it was too small of a fit. And the pair of weapons in Ganondorf's collection had also changed shape, and were now much larger and heavier looking than previously. He had been transformed into a frightening beast known only as [url=https://ssb.wiki.gallery/images/8/8d/SSBU_spirit_Ganon.png]Ganon[/url].

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Ganon said nothing, made no indication that he was even still the same being other than the Triforce still glowing on his right hand. It gave a low, rumbling war cry before stomping forward with an enraged charge. He swung his massive blades sluggishly but also wildly, and with no regard for either friend or foe that happened to be caught by them. Instead Ganon's hate-filled eyes were locked onto one target and one target only: the very creature that had previously crushed him while he had been in his weaker form.

Ganon's attacks, though wild in nature, were largely focused on Mom. If any lesser enemies happened to be cleaved by his swords because they got too close, then all the better. But the main target of Ganon's ire was Mom. And it was Mom at whom all of his sword swings were squarely aimed. He didn't [i]completely[/i] ignore the smaller enemies. If a large enough number of them tried to swarm him, Ganon would simply spin around and unleash a powerful dark energy beam from his mouth in a circular sweep to keep them at bay, only to then return his focus to attacking Mom. And should Mom float above and stomp back down elsewhere in the room, Ganon simply turned and charged forward until once again he could unleash his hatred upon the boss monster.

This was the pattern that Ganon repeated until either the battle ended, or the transformation wore off - whichever came first. Regardless, by the time the transformation did inevitably wear off, Ganondorf himself would be rendered exhausted - still wounded from broken ribs and other previously inflicted injuries. It had been quite a while since the last time his true form had been unleashed, and he'd almost forgotten how taxing it could be to truly go all out like that. But it wouldn't stay that way. The King of Evil was determined to restore his full power to its original glory. This, as far as he was concerned, was merely a glimpse of his true might.