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[MsDevin92]

Fawful winced slightly as the effects of the solution began to take place, but he had used it many times before, and was accustomed to it.
He removed his Headgear and placed it off to the sidelines, and beneath his hair, something rustled; a little antenna unfurled, with a round yellow orb at the top, sparking with lightning-like energy. And despite his jet device being gone, he remained floating in the air- due to the batlike yellow wings that had sprouted from his arms.
Fawful flapped up into the air, his grin twisting and widening.
"I HAVE FURY!" he cried, and swooped down, his antenna crackling and shooting off volts.

[Medikoopa]

Ganondorf could not help but stare at the very strange transformation.

So... his only form of magic is potionsmaking? Heh... this should be easy.

The bolts of electricity were deflected by both Ganondorf's shield and small dark-purple flames - the color of Ganondorf's spells. His left foot glowed the same color as it slowly burst into the amethyst fire. With it covered in flames, the limb pushed through the shield and moved to kick Fawful like a soccer ball.

[MsDevin92]

Fawful felt the kick connect- hard- with his stomach. He gasped and, with a hacking cough, dropped clean out of the air, landing with a flump at Ganondorf's feet.

[Medikoopa]

Ganondorf laughed cruelly as the Beanish fell to his feet.

"Even with that potion of yours, you are weak. Your master either taught you poorly or not at all." he said with a sneer.

[MsDevin92]

Fawful growled and propped himself up on his arms. His head was spinning, and he felt like a Charging Chuck had just tackled him in the stomach...but Ganondorf's mocking voice permeated the fog in his mind, and he felt himself bristle, red-hot with anger.
He lunged again at Ganondorf, grabbing him by the ankles in an attempt to topple him- even such a massive figure would fall if his balance were disrupted- and began to let loose a volley of shocks from his antenna.

[Medikoopa]

And so Ganondorf did fall. He had been knocked right off his feet, but as Fawful attempted to zap him, Ganondorf started to kick at him and let loose his own 'dark fire' spells at the Beanish.

Occasionally, a bolt of Fawful's thunder magic would hit, but considering how weak the blasts were, it did not do much damage.

[MsDevin92]

Fawful was hit again by Ganondorf's foot, and it was not long until he lost his grip. The sorcerer king's blows were crushing. His glasses shattered at the second impact, and his hands flew up to his face with a howl, trying to brush shards of glass away.
The spells knocked him over flat on his back. He writhed in pain and tried desperately to put the flames out, but it was no use. He was growing weaker, and he was in such excruciating pain- he could barely move.
Burning hotter than the flames, though, was the shame. Somewhere, Cackletta was watching over him, and he KNEW she was displeased...

[Medikoopa]

Ganondorf, satisfied in the fact that the child was suffering, stood up and brushed the ash created by the electricity off of him.

"Acknowledge the fact that your 'Cackletta' does not surpass me, and I will let you live."

[MsDevin92]

Fawful bit his lip. He couldn't reply- he couldn't choose. If he died now, he'd never conquer the world in Cackletta's name...But say that another surpassed her?! He would live forever in shame!
He screwed his eyes shut and twitched weakly, but said nothing- except one choked gasp.
"...Fink...rat."

[Medikoopa]

Ganondorf smirked. Figures that the little brat would deny him that... It seemed like any child that was dressed in (or in this case, was) green would refuse him the satisfaction of their bowing down to him (literally or not).

"Fine, then. Burn."

[MsDevin92]

Fawful gritted his teeth and turned his head away.
O Great Cackletta...Have the forgiving of me...

[Medikoopa]

Ganondorf, not seeing the movement, turned around and began to casually walk away from the burning Bean.

[MsDevin92]

Fawful gave a ragged gasp, trying to get air into his crushed lungs. He couldn't move, he couldn't fight back, he couldn't get away...How was he going to get out of this one?

[Medikoopa]

Ganondorf had glanced back when Fawful had gasped, as if he expected the Beanish to give in and say what he wanted. Seeing that he had not given in, Dragmire continued to walk away.

[MsDevin92]

It took an unbelievable amount of effort, and it sent a horrible flash of pain through him as he did, but Fawful managed to turn himself over and slowly began crawling for the stadium's medic center, dragging himself along a couple of inches at a time.