As Okuu observed the clown's gestures, she could only conclude that he wanted them to do something with the shiny on the ground. It was very shiny, and tempted Okuu to go up to it and... And then Cirno blurted out that he wanted a ramp. Of course, it was so obvious now! What was Okuu even thinking before? The bird barely even registered that the entire castle was descending into the depths as she clapped in awe of the awesome ramp that Cirno made. "Wow, Cirno! I bet you could make some really sweet jumps off that ramp! Is this good, mister clown? Is this a good enough ramp for the sweet jumps you want to make? And why is there a shiny on the ground? Do you want to make sweet jumps into the shiny?"

Cuban Pete looked critically at Cirno's crude slide. He shrugged, and gave Cirno a resounding thumbs-up. With a quick spritz of his bottle, the ramp was lubed up. Now that Pete had made a crude Slip N' Slide into the portal, he decided to take full advantage of it. Working up a running start, Pete leaped onto the ramp and rapidly slide down it. With that same disappointing electric crackle, Pete disappeared... ...And reappeared in his ship, still going a fair turn of speed. He slammed right into the wall and was knocked flat on his ass. Pete, in strange psychological accordance with the rules of his game, would be stuck here for a while.

"Huh. Guys, I think Ganon might actually be dead." Bee smiled at his friends, shortly before another rumbling echoed below, followed by a muffled explosion. The castle began to tilt, and furniture slid from one end of the room to the next, falling outside the large holes the group had punched through the walls. Bee stuck a sword in the wall, and dangled off even as the room turned completely sideways. "I probably should have mentioned this, but I'm pretty sure the castle self destructed in the game." he said, looking downwards at the rapidly approaching lava.

From his ship, Cuban Pete watched Ganondorf's Castle sinking. He breathed a sigh of disappointment, and shook his head. After all, there could have been useful loot in there. If not, there was probably a host of defenders just waiting for him to come and deal with them. Oh well, at least he got three prime specimens out. Now, where were they...? Cuban Pete scanned the area around the crater, and managed to find several massive footsteps ringed by lingering embers. Pete wagered a guess that wherever the beast went, its targets went as well. Pete traced the footsteps... back into the castle. The castle that was now rapidly crumbling and almost certainly wasn't safe to be anywhere near, let alone inside. Pete began to unleash a scream. A scream that sang of anger, of hatred, of deeply-entrenched depression. A scream that made absolutely no sound because its origin didn't have vocal chords anymore. A scream that was, in fact, more of a prolonged wheeze.

Rattlesnake Jack turned to be as he turned off his flamer, "Well, should be fine the-" Then the castle began shaking wildly again as Rattlesnake Jack placed his flamer on the ground to maintain stability. He glanced at Bee as he said the castle could explode or something. "GREEN!" Rattlesnake Jack shouted out, not wanting his newfound associate to die. He turned his head around as he frantically shouted out his name over and over. Then, from below, Green waved at Rattlesnake Jack, as he carried the gilded chamberpot in his left hand, with a skull coated in ashes sticking out of it. Inside the eyeball socket was a small fire, somehow still burning. Green was wearing some strange pair of golden gloves, "Got the Golden Gloves boss! Also, uh, also if I may inquire. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE!?" Rattlesnake Jack simply nodded, as he sent his flamer from whence it came, and pulled out a single cigarette he'd been saving in his jacket. He slowly walked up to Green as he placed the cigarette in the burning skull eyesocket and lit it. He quickly placed it under his bandana, which he kept fully on his face. After a brief drag of the cigarette he shot a puff of smoke down, as he stared at Green. "Rattlesnake Jack happened Green." He said with a nod, "Rattlesnake Jack... and the other Pardners happened. Glad yer safe, and got some loot. I'mma take those gloves from ya later, think they'll sell for a good price. Oh. Also, we need to get out of here, right now." He said emphasizing the urgency one would take if a building was seemingly going to explode at a close interval.

Deadpool marched over to another dragon, and leaps onto it, laughing as he shoves twenty grenades down it's throat and slices it's tongue off. He starts stabbing at it's gums and mouth as each grenade consectutively goes off to keep it stunned. He then, as the last one goes off, he takes out his chainsaw and grinds it's mouth into a bloody mess of teeth, bones, and saliva. He hits the platform with a small thump, and walks over to another dragon that just surfaced. He leaps onto it's bottom jaw, gripping it by the lip, and starts grinding his chaingun into it's mouth. It breathes fire to try and stop him, but it also fuses his bone where it's gripping it's lip with a death grip in the process, and thus the chaingun fire does not stop.

Ajax shook his head no. "Can't say I've ever had chupacabra. I've had some strange stuff but never chupacabra". When the castle began rumbling and tilting, the massive man dug his fingers into a nearby wall to steady himself. He wasn't convinced Ganondorf was dead, even if the place had started to come apart. For all he knew that last explosion had done it, the last drop of aggregated damage throughout the fight needed to bring the whole place down. Why anyone would fight like that in their own domain was beyond him but hey, he was no stranger to doing stupid things for his own amusement in a fight. And seeing that everyone else that wanted to had already gotten their turn... "Well unless you guys can survive a lava dip you might want to evacuate. Me, I'mma go see if the pigman is actually dead and finish him off if he ain't. Not what I'd call a fair fight but at least it'll be one on one". Ajax hopped into the hole Jack had been blasting with a flamer not a minute ago, looking to finish the fight for good and maybe get some manner of explanation from that dragon when it was all over.

"Whup whup." Bee said, swinging towards a wall. In midair, he slashed the wall, and kicked it out. A perfectly square segment of wall splashed into the lava below, and, luckily enough, floated. "Just like in my Japanese video games." he commented, plunging Korbo into the side of the castle. With a grunt, he gave several more slashes, and a notably large section fell. Out of the hole, however, Ganon gave a roar, and leaped, the pig monster diving towards the swordsman. Bee leaped to the side, and gave a slash of the Master sword down its flank. Bee landed on the smaller platform in an Iron Man pose, and Ganon crashed on the larger, his beast form dissipating. The armored wizard stood up, and presented his fist, the triforce glowing once more. His eyes seethed with rage as he gave a mighty roar, and flexed so hard, his armor burst off in pieces, revealing a barrel chested green warrior built more like a bear than a man. Thick, hard muscle coated him like an armor, and hands the size of hams clenched into mighty fists as he crouched low. "....Ajax, you still want round three?" Bee shouted upwards at the castle.

"Hey Okuu-" Cirno said as the tower sank into the magma pit, her unconscious hovering ensuring easy footing despite the ground's rapidly changing angle, "-does it feel... warmer, to you? I'm getting kind of hot." Meanwhile, the ramp of ice melted and steamed under the fantastic, blazing temperatures of Hyrule's mantle. Cirno didn't really notice. She stuck a finger in her mouth and held it up (the finger, not the mouth). "No breeze, either. Okuu, did you do something?"

Okuu watched as the clown slid off of Cirno's ramp and disappeared into the shiny. Truly, clowns were mysterious things wrapped in mystery. Various things were happening all at once, and it made Okuu's brain hurt to think about all of it. It was a lot easier to just say 'it feels too cold today' and burn a bunch of corpses. She wanted to go back to that, except maybe Cirno could visit her some time and she would have another friend. "Wow, it is a little hotter," said Okuu, who still barely even registered that the castle was falling, "But I didn't do anything. If I did, it would be hotter than this." The Hell Raven stood there for a couple more seconds, contemplating her situation. "Hey... does the ground feel a little weird to you?" Okuu asked her flying friend. Something fishy was going on here, and Utsuho Reiuji was going to get to the bottom of it. Perhaps a bit more literally than she thought.

Rattlesnake Jack quickly drew out a grappling hook from his duster-jacket. "Green, hold on pardner!" He said as the castle continued to shake around him, as oh the castle was shifting in a wild frenzy. Aiming his gun he shot up towards the nice and convenient hole in the ceiling. With a single bang, the line quickly flew out as the grappling hook secured its place on the stone. While Green held onto Jack, he clicked the line to reel him upwards.

Ajax, in what would've been a rather uncharacteristic show for him, almost facepalmed as he crossed paths with Ganon, with himself going down and the pigman heading up. It was but a second, maybe less, not even enough time to grab the creature given the surprise. He almost facepalmed, but didn't. Instead, as soon as he landed he prepared to jump right back up. Why did he always miss the fights unless it was a bunch of no good weaklings that couldn't even begin to pose a threat if all of them massed against him, and then he always had company when it came to fights like that so it was even worse. Where had the challenge, the sport, the thrill of the fight gone? He hoped one blessed with the Triforce of Power would grant him a fight worth having. If only he could catch him. Eyeing the room he had landed on raised his hopes. Though some of it was scorched by the unrelenting heat of the flamer, that had stained the walls pitch black, and some had been crushed by Ganon's fall, Ajax was surrounded by a collection of relics and trophies and artifacts. It must've been Ganondorf's private vault, one end guarded by a large gate inscribed top to bottom with a variety of runes. All around him he could see the fruits of Ganondorf's power, the representation of the wealth and glory he had earned by strength alone. It was promising. Unconsciously, he placed his hand over his own belt, his own symbol of dominance. As the magma slowly began to seep into the room and the temperature grew to what would've been intollerable heights for most, Ajax calmly stripped himself down to his undergarments. He discarded his chiton, undid his sandals and tossed away his cestus, leaving him only with his loincloth and his belt. Only then did he leap up, not as explosively as before but with just enough power to go up the hole, then follow up with a second jump towards Ganondorf, who had also stripped his chest bare. Ajax landed in front of him, holding his belt up for all to see, its golden plate gleaming in the heat. "FOR GLORY! FOR HONOR! FIGHT ME!" he roared his challenge, his mighty lungs letting his voice be heard across the distance.