All the triumph in her spirit crumbled away as Midna helplessly watched the Link spring into the air and drive his blade into the top of Arrghus's eye.  Her heart sank as the tissue parted like butter against the edge of the master sword, and gravity allowed Link to perfectly slice the whole lens in half.  Yellow blood and other juices spattered from the gruesome, gaping wound as Arrghus collapsed with a moan.  Her trident finally hit its target, but off to the side, lodging in the crimson flesh instead.  Its skin darkened, losing its definition, until it was merely a shrunken black image of its former self.  Midna saw the hero turn to face her, and behind him Arrghus exploded into purple smoke; it was a one-hit K.O.  When compared to that, her best effort seemed lackluster and superfluous.  Doubt began to creep into her mind.  Could it be her destiny to be upstaged by the hero?

No.  That is not the future I want.  I refuse.

As she descended to the ground from the rooftop, she became aware of the battle between Dark Link and Zant, but before she could get involved the real hero stopped her.  Upon facing him, she found his blue eyes piercing and cold, almost enough to make her wilt like a dark flower beneath their glare.  She was forced to breath deeply once again to steady herself before answering the blue stare with one hued red.  She found herself looking down upon him, for he was several inches shorter than her.  It gave her confidence.

“There are a thousand things I would rather do, but perhaps it is for the better.  Though you are the chosen one and I a mere stranger, our goals are the same: the protection of Hyrule.  There can be no election with only one candidate, regardless, so the Princess must be regained, even if she is my opponent.  Now, if you will excuse me...”

The duel had reached a fever pitch only to momentarily break.  Dark Link was taunting Zant lazily, dragging his sword.  Unlike the specter, Zant was indeed tired.  He had expended a great deal of his energy on the Arrghus alone back in the swamp; teleporting it here had taken another chunk out him.  The rest had evaporated when he had furiously attacked the one who threatened his princess.  He hunched over, breathing heavily, but even there he could see two things.  Firstly, Dark Link had left himself open.  Secondly, Midna was approaching from behind him.  Zant grinned maniacally, thinking of a devilish fate.  He called out in his native language, and gathered his energies into a condensed barrier of black and red twilight magic.  This he sent forward.

Behind Dark Link, Midna created her own wall, one of turquoise and black that she also sent forward.  The two walls approached one another quickly, too large to dodge effectively, threatening to crush Dark Link between them.  Only two options awaited him: to melt away into shadows and retreat, or to remain where he was and be flattened.