Word of my dreads have reached your chamber. You waste no time axe raised and charging. Each step is a small quake lose my step bombs start exploding a blast of energy following.
Dead stop in place. Inch further and slide into my blade. Head bunt to your head pulverize your face. You fall, the sword pins you to the floor. Fire off a few rounds from my master sword.
Uncontrollable fear as you look into my eyes. Hands raised up and plead for your life. Realizing I'm decorated with the dead. How can one harbor such hatred.
A sudden blast of light. A dark beast stands before me. Vowing to do anything to stop me. Towering high above limbs flailing demolishing the ground trying with all your might to end my life.
Arrows of light. Breaks through your skull piercing your eye. You fall, turning into your true pig form. Mutilated deformed. Left alive only by the power of the Triforce.
As you die you see the future. Hyrule will suffer far greater. Frightened by the true horror that stands above you. Cling to the Triforce cry as it's torn from you.