Ghirahim scoffed. “You heroes are all the same. So self-righteous and hypocritical,” Ghirahim began in a mocking tone. “'Oh, it’s only okay for blood to be spilled if it’s the blood of my enemies!’ But the second someone else does it it’s wrong! Immoral! Such an impurity has been committed before your very eyes.”

Link’s eyes narrowed. “Shut up,” The corner of his top lip curled into a snarl. “I don’t give a damn about the blood that’s not on my clothes. I’m pissed that you didn’t even attempt to listen to my order!”

“But, I did! This sight, as gruesome as it is, could’ve easily been much worse,” with that, a smirk formed on Ghirahim’s lips.