"I do that which my Goddess charges me with. I would never wish harm to come to any of you, but you give us no other choice when you stand beside a being who is more greed than he is a man."

The tip of his sword extends out, pointed towards the direction of the looming figure of the sinister thief who'd many times taken advantage of a situation in which they'd been the victim. Countless times had Ganondorf shown himself to be nothing short of a villain, and little more than a blight on the populace of those brought to this world.

"Stand aside, Librarian. It is not your blood which shall cover the floors on which we stand, lest I can help such a thing. The man you stand beside is the cretin I seek. It is his throat which I will finally claim, and be rid of this constant struggle between what is just and right and that which is dark and cruel."

His knees bend so that his stance turns on the offensive, raising his shield as he watches the swords match the height of the demon he poses himself to fight against.

"We end this, Ganondorf. Now, and forever. You shall not lead any more of my friends astray!"