"Heeeeeey~! I wanna come too!", Cirno flew after the rest of the group, "What's going on? Where are you going? Why are we breaking somebody's house? Is there gonna be ice cream? Why does that man have so many muscles? Hey, who are you guys anyway?"

The five had managed to make it to the uppermost level this time, and with no barrier over the tower itself due to oversight by Ganondorf, they crashed down into Ganondorf's personal quarters. The warlock had been playing an organ at the moment they crashed down, but Bee would likely notice a distinct lack of an imprisoned Zelda this time. Since Link hadn't awakened all the Sages yet, Zelda had not yet revealed herself. At the sound of five (or eight, if Okuu, Cirno, and Pete followed) people crashing through his ceiling, he abruptly stopped and sat silently for a moment. **"I don't know who you people are, but if you outright bypassed my defenses like this, I'm afraid you must be dealt with."** His voice was deep and gravelly, much like Ajax's. His tone, however, was more sinister, where Ajax's was intimidating. Ganondorf stood, revealing his impressive height, taller even than Ajax, though he wasn't anywhere near as thick. In fact, the guy was fairly slim. He wore jet black plate armor that, with the vastly improved graphics quality and potential changes the Crucible Piece made, looked far more impressive than it originally did, and was obviously more protective. **"I know what it is you seek. I will not surrender it!"** However, what he showed them was not the Crucible Piece, but the same thing he showed Link. Ganondorf raised his right hand, back towards them, and revealed the glowing Triforce on his hand with the upper triangle, representing Power, glowing brighter than the rest. Dark energy swirled around his hand before he turned the palm towards them, and a wave of dark energy far greater than what the Hero of Time felt slammed into them. The next difference became apparent soon afterwards when Ganondorf drew a massive sword from its sheath on his hip and stood with his sword arm closer to them, ready for the battle. Bee might turn out surprised to find the electric tennis seems to be completely cut from this battle. --- As they entered, they found that, unfortunately, Darunia hadn't lasted long. They entered to find the room just as empty as the Hero of Time did, with the central platform almost beckoning to them. Once the three of them stepped onto it, Volvagia herself exploded out of one of the holes in the platform and slammed her claws onto the platform, letting a roar escape her mouth before charging the group. Samus sidestepped and slammed her arm cannon into Volvagia's head, sending the dragon sprawling to the side. Samus raised her arm cannon as Volvagia quickly recovered and stalked the group like a cat would its prey, obviously calculating her next move.

Bee's jacket fluttered as the wave as energy hit him. "That's quite the display, for something from a kid's game." he said blankly. "But I've fought way tougher than chumps like you. So! Put your good clothes on!" Bee dropped his attache case and stabbed the Master Sword into the ground, and took a step forward in front of them. With a flourish, he drew Korbo, and rested the blade on her shoulder. A sweet fragrance filled his nostrils. Even on an opponent like this, he wanted to make this sword sing. "It's time to dance the deadly dance of death." _Dragonfly stance._ Bee's left hand gripped the pommel, the pinkies wrapping tightly while the pointers stayed in a loose, aloof grip. The man in the black suit dashed headlong towards the warlock, a grin splitting his cheeks. The blade shot out in an arc, targeting the clasps and cords holding the armor in place. Bee knew too well how Darknuts and the like worked. Armor was how you revealed the weak point, if it wasn't already obvious. He sheathed his sword coolly, and spoke aloud. "Looks like we know who wears the pants around here: not you."

Cuban Pete decided to skip the formalities of exploring this dungeon, unaware that such a thing had already happened. Arming the short-range mining lasers, Pete's pod carved a nice hole in the ceiling of the fortress and flew in. Now suspended a good several yards above the arena, Cuban Pete managed to get a good look at what he would be facing: one moderately-armed hostile and the group of gullible chumps he had seen besieging this guy's castle. With a heat in his heart and a spring in his step, he hopped over to the ChemDispenser. In one bottle, he mixed 7 cc's each of Ethanol, Water, and Sugar, and 21 cc's of Chlorine. The bottle bubbled ominously, creating an ominous-smelling bottle of Chloral Hydrate (and 7 cc's of liquid Sugar). In another bottle, he placed 7 cc's each of Potassium and Phosphorous. The solution on its own would do nothing, but would release a significant amount of smoke if mixed with Sugar. Cuban Pete carefully placed both the bottles far away from each other on the counter. An accidental mixing at this time would be catastrophic. Cuban Pete, his heart beating faster and faster, paced over to a small table next to the kitchen. On it was a simple Timer/Igniter Assembly slapped on a small metal canister, the very beginning of a grenade. Setting the Timer to a rather generous 5 seconds, he took it over to the ChemDispenser's counter. He gingerly placed both bottles inside the canister. When the Timer/Igniter was activated, it would destroy both bottles, causing an immediate chemical reaction. Then, all he would need was for his target to breathe in... and the day would be Cuban Pete's! Laughing maniacally (given his mute status, this mostly involved him juddering wildly while wheezing), he opened the door to his escape pod. Taking a Tracking Beacon from the workbench, he threw it out of the pod, where it clattered against the hard floor of the tower. His master plan was almost complete. Now, he just needed for that group down below to be distracted...

Rattlesnake Jack continued gagging, as his rocket launcher took him, much further than he anticipated. It appeared as if he crashed down through the very top of the building. He landed down, as he stumbled a bit, trying to maintain his balance, while keeping a good hold on his rocket-launcher. He hiccuped loudly as he rolled his neck around. Rattlesnake Jack quickly sent the rocketlauncher back from where he got it. His wonderful realm of guns. Then the sound of the organ stopped, which, was an alright piece. It wasn't a good saloon piano, but it was okay. Rattlesnake Jack really would have preferred a piece on the piano all things considered. He didn't really pay much attention to the room around him, as he had more urgent matters to attend to. "Parners, wha-" Rattlesnake Jack felt another gagging up his throat. He swallowed it down, but, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this going. That is when Rattlesnake Jack glanced at the weird looking dude, who began speaking. "Notnowgottago...gogogogogo..." He quickly ran out of the room, he was out before someone could finish half of a blink. And most certainly Jack left before he finished his speech of dealing with the trespassers. In his run, occasionally with waving hands in some attempt maintain balance, he quickly found himself in a rather distant area, from where the weird dude was playing the piano. He glanced around, where he saw a skeleton, which had some sword with a really strange curvy blade, torn cloths and some weird looking shoulder-gear. He quickly grabbed a shoulderpad from the skeleton, "Parner." He said to no one in particular "gonna borrow this, thankya." Rattlesnake Jack quickly stated, as he bent over, moved his bandana slightly up and positioned the skull pauldron in such a way that'd it catch all the vomit. And that's when Rattlesnake Jack proceeded release a large stream of it. It was rather slosh which was mostly brown in color, and it had a few chunks of some partially digested pieces of meat and corn. Rattlesnake Jack quickly placed the shoulderpad back on the skeleton. "I'mmaneedse-" He then grabbed the shoulder pad on the left and proceeded to puke in it again. He then quickly placed the shoulder-pad back on the skeleton. The skeleton was noticeably dripping with Rattlesnake Jack's vomit. He peered around as he scratched his head. "Where intarnationshions..." He grumbled out as he stumbled a bit, and glanced around, trying to make sense of where he was. And how far he ran. And, possibly see if there was cool stuff. But for now, making sense of where he was in comparison to the floor he was at, was probably the best idea.

From the clean-cut entry point Bee had made for them a wave of dark energy burst forth, just above and to the right of Ajax's head. Wizards, mages, sorcerers, warlocks, thaumaturgists and the like. Oh how he hated them. At least Ganondorf could engage in an actual, real fight rather than only throw magics around like a pansy, but he still didn't see the need for that whole waves of energy thing. Then again he didn't see the need for weapons either, it was kind of his thing. Well, whatever, time to see if he got his turn for the fight. Digging his fingers into the stone one more time and easily holding up his entire 500 pound bodyweight with just his left arm, he drew back his right and unleashed a monstruous punch that expanded Bee's neat doorway into a massive jagged hole several times Ajax's height and width on the castle wall. He then nonchalantly swung his body inside as the section of the wall he'd gripped through collapsed. Ajax smiled, dropping off a solid chunk of rock inside the room, and started to pat off any remains from his clothes and his hands. "Is it cool if I interrupt? Doesn't look like you need any help, though".

Okuu watched as everyone attempted to make their way into this castle to beat the bad guy. Beating evil wizards was starting to sound super fun, and everyone else seemed to enjoy it, so Okuu thought that she might help too. She didn't really know what else to do, after all, but she hoped she could somehow be back home in time for fresh corpses. "I'm coming too," she cried after the rocketpirate and the strong man took off. Rushing past Cirno, she said, "We're adventurers now I think and we're gonna beat the evil wizard who stole everyone's cakes and get the ancient treasure back so that the elders can restore balance to the world!" Okuu really had no idea what was going on, but all that stuff that she said sounded right so it probably happened. She made it inside just after the muscle man, the dark energies barely missing her, in time to watch the hero of justice swing at the most obviously evil person she had ever seen. Okuu knew that stuff like cutting armor didn't work on dark lords like that. You needed to find... "That's it!" cried Okuu, spotting the organ, "The source of his power!" She then attempted to smash the everloving music out of the evil organ with her gigantic metal rod and prodigious strength.

"Oook! Now it's fun time, fight time!" Chaos cackled, whipping up a cloud of smoke to obscure the battlefield with fire in his hands. "Burn, burn, burn, baby burn..oh, and maybe char-broil a bit." He laughed, playing inverted whack a mole. popping out of the cloud to fire off a fire ball, before dropping back in, and repeating at each word he spouted. Alpha tanked the blast, before rolling up his coat sleeves, and dropping into a melee stance, cybernetic arms bared and crossed in a guard. Omega narrowed his eyes at the dragon, Taking his cane up in a reverse grip stick fighting stance. His free hand ready to summon his armory. "Dreadful creature. I suspect I'll need to muster these old bones to action to see you felled."

Cirno watched from outside of the hole in the tower as the weird guy who liked to pet her and some kind of huge pig or something yelled at each-other, drew their swords, the weird guy cut the pig's clothes off, and then a boxy sort of thing fell into the room, and then another guy came in through the wall and Okuu started smashing a piano and then the room was full of smoke, though luckily Cirno didn't have to listen to the annoying man who was trying far too hard to be funny and failing. In fact, it was a wonder he could see at all, since the room contained two overlapping 60-foot dead zones. "This isn't spellcard rules.", she said to herself, "This isn't spellcard rules _at all._"

However, Bee found out first hand how fast Ganondorf really was, for all of his attacks were parried. Those that did make it past Ganondorf's solid swordplay defenses were still deflected by some form of magical shield the warlock had erected around himself, though from how halfheartedly it did so, it seemed that the bulk of Ganondorf's defenses were with that massive sword he was swinging around surprisingly fast with just a single hand. Even if the attacks connected, though, Bee would notice that the armor was layered so that there were no straps visible, an obvious weakness he did not share with Darknuts. Despite having even more armor, though, Ganondorf did not seem to be slowed like Darknuts were. The warlock, who was really more of a spellsword now, responded to Bee's swordplay with several powerful arcs with his sword, again handling the massive blade as if it weighed almost nothing. The final cleave impacted the ground, sending a wave of energy through the floor and tripping up anyone that found themselves in its path. When Chaos fogged up the room and began throwing fireballs, Ganondorf caught any that strayed too close with his free hand and tossed them back towards the group as though they were nothing, and with a quick stab of his sword into the ground and an eruption of dark energy, the mist was cleared as if a solid barrier had expanded from Ganondorf, though this energy did not push any of the avatars back. Unfortunately for Okuu, she was wrong about the source of his power, and the organ proved to be a mundane instrument. All she really accomplished was smashing up a very high quality organ.

Rattlesnake Jack just sort of stared at the skeleton, with the puke filled shoulder-pads, slowly dripping from it. He, had no idea where the Hell he was, all he remembered was he ran quite a bit. Nothing else appeared to be in the room. Rattlesnake Jack stumbled in front of the skeleton as he casually waved his hand in front of it. "...What kin'er feller keeps a skeleton with shoulders, and curvy blade?" Rattlesnake Jack mused to himself as he just watched the puke drip from the shoulder pads. It was, actually pretty interesting. Rattlesnake Jack rolled his neck around. "...Well reckon, oughta look around. Pardners up, where..." he stumbled a bit as he hiccuped, "Wherever it was, should be fine. Gotta get lootin', I reckon." He glanced back at the hallway he ran down from, and started heading up that way, before glancing again at the skeleton.

Korbo waved around, knocking aside Ganondorf's sword to go wide of his body. Bee dropped into a side stance as Ganon lifted his sword over his head. It was jumping the gun to go straight for the body; Bee understood he'd need to use some foreplay to whittle the green man down. "RISING DRAGON" Bee shouted, lifting his sword up in a flashing arc. Korbo's strength and sharpness, combined with the speed and force of the clashing blades, led to Ganon's blade being cut apart cleanly, near the hilt.

Cuban Pete, getting a rare view of the battle from above, managed to see what kind of power levels were being dealt with here. He immediately scrapped his comparatively-puny smoke grenade and headed back to the ChemDispenser. Breaking out one of his few *large* beakers, which could each hold 100 units of liquid, he set to work creating the ultimate chemical weapon. Silently cackling, he carefully set aside a large beaker and a small 30-unit bottle. In the beaker was 30 units each of Napalm, liquid Plasma, LSD, and 10 units of liquid Sugar. In the bottle was 10 units of Potassium, Phosphorous, and some extraneous Plasma. With care never seen taken before by such a ridiculous character, he made an absolutely massive grenade out of the bottles and an extra-large canister. Carelessly, he tossed his earlier grenade out the escape pod door, where it clattered harmlessly against the floor. Now, all Pete would have to do was wait for both of those fellows to get locked in melee. Then, a quick telekinetic placement of the grenade would deal with them both in a spectacular fashion.

Rattlesnake Jack stumbled through the door as he glanced around the hallway. "Oooh..." He peered at the walls as he noticed some strange looking paintings. These would be fine Hylian paintings, which Ganondorf must have looted while in his conquest. Though of course, Rattlesnake Jack didn't know that but only the fact that they looked pretty, and were in a rather ornate frame of gold, with all sorts of strange designs carved into it. Rattlesnake Jack rubbed his hands together as he reached up and snagged the painting. "Should sell for a bit." Rattlesnake Jack mused to himself. It was a pretty looking painting, and more importantly it was in a nice frame. Rattlesnake Jack knew his fence would be able to find a guy to buy it for a high price. And he'd get the cash money from the deal. He manuevered it under his right shoulder as he continued prowling around the place. "Let's seewatcha got." He wandered around, noticing that the place really wasn't taken care of. It was a crying shame. But hey! A treasure-chest just laying right there in the open. Rattlesnake Jack drew one of his colts and took a single shot at the lock. With a loud and satisfactory pang, the chest sprung open. Within it was, a few pearls from the Zora people. Again, Rattlesnake Jack wouldn't know of these things from Ganondorf's Conquests, but what he did know is that they were pearls. And pearls were valuable. Rattlesnake Jack eagerly plucked a few of them before stuffing them in his duster-coat pocket. "Eheheheh..." Rattlesnake Jack wandered around the place, keeping an eye out for more interesting loot.

Rather than do anything about the energy wave Ganondorf sent across the ground, Ajax simply stepped out of its way and let it either hit a wall or just blast out of the castle from the massive hole he'd made to get inside. He had no intention of interrupting Bee's duel and so began looking for a seat so he could more comfortably enjoy watching the fight when Chaos made his move, creating a cloud of smoke and carelessly flinging fireballs about. This ellicited little outward response from Ajax, but his brow furrowed and his muscles tensed once more as he prepared to blow the mist away. How dared that purple shitstain interrupt a duel. Even though Ganondorf cleared the smoke away, Ajax did not relax, he just could not just let such a situation stand. To interrupt a face to face battle like that, to so idiotically fling destructive sorceries around (it was always fucking magic, always) rather than respect the dignity of a contest of skill between equals. It didn't matter that the smoke did little to bother Ajax and that the fireballs didn't even come close to him, for Ajax it was almost as personal as if he'd been attacked directly. So he once again exploded from place, leaving behind nothing but a crater in the room's floor and a booming noise that could probably be heard several rooms up and down. Ajax blasted himself towards Chaos at speeds too fast for the human eye to perceive in any way. Though he could have gone for a takedown or even a lariat or a full bodyweight tackle, he only wrapped his massive right arm around Chaos' head in a simple grappling hold known as a headlock. It wasn't usually a particularly effective hold, generally used for transitions and control rather than by itself, but Ajax's muscles made it something else. Chaos' head would be squeezed by the arm of someone who was more than capable of bringing the whole castle down with strength alone, and Ajax's power was not something that could be overcome by magic or science. No, only an equal or greater strength or an actual skill could allow escape from the hold. Ajax could not only overpower things that would otherwise ignore muscle but also use his body against immaterial opponents or even keep shifting or teleportation locked down with might alone. Still, the hold was not deadly. It could have been, even the dullest creature alive would've perceived that there was more than enough power in that arm to crush basically any head between that impossibly solid bicep and the forearm, but the hold was only somewhat painful, enough to make someone stop and listen. "Hey, you. Cut that shit out. Do not interrupt a fight between men, fucker".

When the blade was sliced in two, the pieces only fell a few inches before pausing and moving back to their original position and fusing together. Ganondorf returned to his resting stance and chuckled. **"Impressive."** He then lunged at Bee, his sword a deadly whirlwind of magically enhanced metal. Yet there was little to no opening in his defense. After a few moments, the King of Evil paused and returned to his resting stance once more. After gathering energy in his free hand for a moment, he tossed an energy orb into the ground and caused an even more massive burst of dark energy than before that decimated the walls and ceiling of the tower, leaving them fighting beneath the dark sky in the open air. Thankfully, unlike in the game, the uppermost area of the tower being destroyed did not trigger the collapse, but it was shaken to its very foundations by the blast.

Cirno sat in the hole Bee had made earlier, legs kicking idly as she ate a bowl (well, broken pot gotten off the floor) of watermelon-flavored shaved ice, scooping it up with a curved shard of broken pottery she had also found on the floor. She hummed idly to herself as fireballs whizzed past her head, a chunk of wall and part of the floor exploding outward as Ganondorf's shockwave impacted it, the wall crumbling and taking a section of the floor below with it. Then most of the tower exploded, for good measure. Such was life in Gensokyo, and also... wherever this was. On the floor below, Iron Knuckle #2 stared out the gigantic hole its boss had just made in the wall. #2 gave a little sigh, brushing some dust off of its white breastplate. The knight was tired, its feet hurt, and it never even got to fight anyone; Iron Knuckle #2 wished it was at home plotting to destroy the Maku tree. Something dripped onto the Iron Knuckle's helmet, and it looked up to see a little girl, no more than a meter tall, idly eating something out of a broken pot as a pitched battle raged in the background. The two made eye contact, nodded, and went back to what they were doing. This didn't involve them.

Seeing chaos's assault as worthless, alpha kept on his guard, ready to step in if bee needed aid. He wasn't going to Interupt the fight, but..damned if he was going to let an ally get slaughtered either..well. Maybe if it was chaos on the block but..no one else. Chaos simply laughed. "Oh come on! Don't you know how these things go? We hit, they hit, boss spouts some speech, we spout some speech..it's not a one person show~" chaos stated, speaking as casually as if he was in a noogie instead of the crushing headlock. Course, insanity will do that for Ya. No recognition of boundaries or danger, usually. "Oh, little tip..the old fart was much scarier than you, Ya wwe reject. He skips riiiight to the stabbing. You? Ya puss around with a vice. Oooh.. Creepy." He taunted, trying to..squeeze some amusement out of the predicament. Omega meanwhile was fighting volvagia, using his cane to block it's claws, occasionally firing blades at it, especially when it opened it's mouth to breath fire.

"God damn wizards." Bee muttered to himself, bringing the blade around his body, pointing behind him. He shoved the pommel forward, slamming against the tip of Ganon's sword to knock it away. Then, Ganondorf took the time to charge up an energy blast, blowing the roof off. This was Bee's chance. Bee's left foot swept back, and Korbo reentered its scabbard, then flashed out at a blinding speed, creating a white arc towards Ganon's raised wrist. "I've... disarmed you." Bee said seriously as the warlock's hand fell off.

At Volvagia's first attacks, Rawk was merely content with keeping himself and his Pawns out of danger. For a few minutes, he just observed Volvagia. If either of his allies were to question him or look at him as if to ask what he were doing, they'd hear this in their heads. <_I'm observing her. Trying to find out her patterns. This fight won't be a cakewalk, but if we can find out what all she's capable of, we should be able to manipulate her into a corner._> After a few minutes, Rawk decided to push the dragon a little. The two Knights rushed at Volvagia from either side in a classic pincer movement. Rawk, meanwhile, threw one of his cyber swords out, planning on striking the beast in the eye. Meanwhile, Link was dodging the flames, doing his best to not get hit. Sure, he was immune to the ill-effects of heat, but fire still burned. Like Rawk, Link was trying to figure out a way to defeat Volvagia without the use of the Megaton Hammer, which may not have helped in this amped-up version of the fight. As Link saw Rawk making his move, he instinctively ducked low to the ground, hiding as much of himself behind his trusty Hylian Shield as he could.