Onox stood there, staring at Firerova. It felt rather strange for Onox that the stare was an expectant one, but he was hungry. "Didn't your mother teach you to share?" he asked.

Firerova scowled. "She told me to share to nice people," she replied with a growl. "The last time I checked, sending undead creatures to wipe out a military unit isn't nice." She then took a bite out of the bread in a rather mocking way.

The muscular man turned away. "I can't wait to rid this world of you," he said in a low voice, but just loud enough for everyone to hear.

At the rear of the group, Icerova grabbed Rose's shoulder just as the ranger began to get up. "Sit," the mage ordered in Gerudic.

The human grabbed her piece of salted pork and took a bite out of it more viciously than was necessary. "He shouldn't still be living," she growled in Gerudic, looking at her nephew with intense hatred in her eyes. "We outnumber him. We can work as a team to kill him."

The woman with blue hair shook her head. "No. His supposedly natural draconic heritage gives him an unnaturally good defensive ability. We would have a hard time just getting a scratch on him."

"But if he's so strong physically, surely he should fall easily to magic."

Again, the Gerudo shook her head. "I doubt us spellcasters will be able to bring him down in time. No, it's best for us to let this Fate and his henchman weaken him."

Rose sighed. "What is this forced draconic heritage? I never heard of it before."

"You probably wouldn't have. Even for spellcasters, it's not too well known. It's a dangerous process to give oneself the power of dragons. Onox probably took a forced chromatic dragon heritage. It would explain how he went from scrawny kid to muscular adult. As for Fate, if he's a mage, then he probably took on a forced metallic dragon heritage to help bring out his magical abilities. It's not a perfect process, and I doubt it ever will be. People foolish enough to take on a forced draconic heritage think they are getting power, but it does nothing more than make them a nuisance to fight. Probably about the only true thing Onox said."

'Asides from saying he was responsible for Baris's death."

Silence fell between the two. Finally, still speaking in Gerudic, Icerova said, "I understand that it's your battle, but I will help you avenge him if you want me to."

Rose smiled for the first time since Onox forced his way into the group. "Thank you. For being a good friend through all of this. I know the others are helping." She gestured to the group around in front of them. "But you've been the most supportive."

The Gerudo shrugged. "It's no problem." She stood up and looked over the group, saying in Common, "Are we all ready to go?"

"Still hungry," Onox replied, but he was ignored.

OOC: Okay, everyone is here. If it wasn't obvious, it's a lunch break, and rations (which include bread, salted pork, and cheese, by the way) were bought before hand. So there's no need for anyone to have wandered off by himself. Unless he's a dork, of course.

Not entirely ignored. Blank couldn't help but feel sorry for the Draconic General. Sure, he was clearly evil, but was he entirely evil? Blank was in no position to judge; he was simply forced to assume it was so based on the attitudes of the Veilmist sisters and Rose towards him. He considered sharing some of his own meal with the man, but decided against it. Not only did he not want Rose against him, but there was also his current goal of regaining a shot at impressing the red and blue haired twins. He didn't want to spend his days with this group being the only one in a hateful relationship with the sisters. Unwrapping his own thin slice of crisped bread, he proceeded to eat sparingly, leaning up against a tall Deku tree and averting his eyes to prevent locking eyes with the treacherous, muscular one. One such as Blank could easily be challenged into giving up rations.

He glanced around at the strong party involved. Two rangers, Rose and Pyralin. The former seemed to have a great amount of experience, having served as a general for a period of her life. She was also privy to a strange shapeshifting ability. And then came Pyre. Blank knew this ranger had a tendency to set his daggers aflame and use them as blazing projectiles in battle. This itself made the young man an expert in pyrotechnics, as his name seemed to imply. Three mages in total were counted by the nomad - the Veilmist sisters and the junior mage apprentice Tayro. The gifted bond between the sisters and the unique spellcasting abilities of the youth proved that of all the mages in Hyrule, three of the best had been assembled here. There was also the samurai, Dogura, a close and personal friend of Blank's. That man was one to be feared in battle, with his enigmatic abilities and swift sword-fighting skills. That left the mercenary, and Blank. Saber seemed the type to plan out a natural strategy before acting, making him a useful tactician in battle, and Blank was what some referred to as the “Big Sword Guy,” with the way he could rush in, deal massive damage, and run right back out.

Onox. He was the other man, the one shrouded in mystery and yet the one who seemed the least enigmatic. The three women present clearly held him in abysmal favor. So, he's not a ladies man, thought Blank with a wily grin. I'll have to show him how it's done. Forced Draconic Heritage was not something Blank was familiar with. Never in all his campaigns as a soldier and travels as a nomad had he heard of such a feature. Onox's, as it now seemed, was gained in a more honest way. This Fate fellow, as he now determined, had gained a draconic heritage unnaturally. And if he was as great a pain to fight as Onox had mentioned the previous day, Blank hoped the unique abilities of his allies would come in handy.

Placing his bread behind his back to keep it hidden from Onox's sight, he proceeded to ask a bold question. He didn't speak it directly to the general, but voiced it as more of a general thought so that Rose, Icerova and Firerova might help him find an answer as well. It was a simple question, but important nonetheless. The Hylian saw no point in battling an opponent without knowing why. “What exactly does Fate want with you two anyway?”

The samurai sat in the shade of a nearby tree. Removing his dagger, he sliced the bread down the center, dividing it into two equal halves. Placing the salted pork just under the cheese that coated it, he placed the other half of bread on top. Taking one large bite out of the sandwich, the vagabond surveyed his surroundings carefully. Onox is over there... I seem to be farthest from the man, but I can react as fast as anyone here... Onox seems to be one tough competitor. And Forced Draconic Heritage? That doesen't sound too easy... Forced... I don't like the sound of that one bit.

The samurai swallowed the surprisingly delicious mouthful he had been chewing, and tore off another bite of his sandwich. The salt drieing his mouth out, he took a swig of his water to wash it down with. "Hey.. Blank. What do you make of this guy?" The samurai asked by communication of linked minds. "I understand he attacks with a mace. That makes hand to hand combat dangerous. Are you sure you're going to be alright? I'm quite nervous myself."

Blank stood silently, awaiting his response, when suddenly his eyes widened and his feet left the ground in a surprised jump. He shuddered and looked towards Dogura, a wary smile on his face that seemed to say “Thanks a lot,” in a sarcastic gesture. The Hylian wondered if the enigmatic man he had known for so long had any control over his mind-prying habits. Not that it mattered - Blank was always willing to have a private chat. The means of this conference was just a bit unsettling and surreal.

The nomad conveyed his own thoughts back to the vagabond, in hopes that he could continue the telepathic discussion without making it too obvious to the others that he and Dogura were linked at the minds. “Yeah, hand-to-hand's going to be difficult when the time comes. I'm pretty much going on the hopes that Tayro, Pyre, or someone can break down his defenses so that I can get a good lashing in.” He paused for a moment, indicating to the samurai that he was deep in thought, something he didn't normally do in mid-conversation.

“Not that it matters right now. Fate is our main priority. Onox thinks he can use us to help kill that mage... but really, we're using him, too.” The nomad added in this statement to reassure the ranger that Onox was not one to be trifled with, at least not until the party had taken care of its current task. He waited patiently - but growing exasperated by the second - for Onox, Rose, or one of the two Veilmist sisters to answer his question. It was more likely to be Onox who would take up the honor, and so Blank fixated his eyes on the treacherous man as he waited.

Saber was laying down among the trees, his head resting on a smooth rock as he chewed a wedge of cheese slowly, enjoying the flavor. He hadn't had cheese in a while--He only got free meals at the Tantari Cafe, which he had been avoiding lately as it seemed to be attacked every two minutes. Still, he had to return to the Mercenary Booth sometime if he was going to make any more money...he would really need to get an employee...although that would cost rupees...He sighed and turned on his side, mentally chiding himself as he blew a lock of hair out of his now opened left eye. How selfish of me...I can worry about my problems later, right now my top priority is this Onox fellow...

He waited a few seconds for his previously closed eye to adjust to the light filtering through the leaves, especially a rather annoying shaft of the solar output that had decided to shine down right in his face. He shifted again to get rid of the glare, and finally swallowed the cheese he had been chewing for close to a minute. He tried to pick up some information about the situation from the conversation he heard passing between the females of the group. Straining his pointy ears, he shut his disgruntled eyes again when he realized they were speaking a different language. Zoran, if he wasn't mistaken, but then again, he hadn't had much schooling...He shifted again to look at Dogura and Blank, who were deep in telepathic conversation judging by the drunk's comical attempt to hide it. All it did was make their discussion all the more obvious...but still unknown to him...oh well...

Well, if I didn't know any better, I would think that Onox and Rose aren't getting along very well...He thought sarcastically as the image of Rose leaping after the dangerous general played through his mind again. Such hate...Almost like...His right eye opened as he gazed down at the ground, the light brown sphere glistening with a tear. Just like how I feel about that gang...He rolled onto his back again, grunted when his head fell off the rock and collided with the ground, and moved it back on his makeshift pillow. If I ever get my hands on them...I will...He glanced at Rose again. I will do what she wants to do...I'm not entirely certain about what he's done, but it's got to be on the same scale as what they did to me...

He sighed and closed his eyes, not even attempting to hide the tears like usual. Nobody was paying attention to him anyways.

"I'll be damned if I know," Onox said in response to Blank's question.

Icerova helped Rose off of the ground as she said, "If this mage is as deluded as Onox..."

"Please, refer to me as the Draconic General," the human interrupted.

"As Onox says he is, then he probably thinks of us as competition. Although, how he knows of Rose, I don't know."

"You're only feeding the fuel," Onox muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

"As are you," Rose growled in Gerudic.

Meanwhile, Firerova had walked over to Saber and knelt down on one knee. She used her thumb to brush away the tears and whispered low enough for only the mercenary to hear, "Onox is probably the type to think tears are a sign of weakness. Try not to let him see them." Standing back up and offering her hand to help Saber up, she asked over her shoulder, "Why are we going to Parapa?"

The man bellowed with laughter, causing a flock of birds to take to the air. "You mean to tell me you don't know of the Odrac Stone?" More laughter. "This is rich! I know something a pair of mages don't!" He continued to laugh raucously, causing at least the three women to become irritated. Firerova went so far as to summon a scythe of fire.

"Haru!" the Gerudo of ice snapped. "Control yourself," she ordered in Gerudic. "Instead of laughing, how about you tell us of this Odrac Stone?" she demanded in Common.

Onox smiled mischievously. "Well, if you don't know, then I'm not going to tell you," he replied with a smirk.

Both Rose and Firerova snapped. The former drew her sword and both lunged towards him, but the third female was able to react quickly. With a flick of her hand, ice encased the human's feet, and the Gerudo tackled her sister, ramming her into a tree. This caused Onox to laugh even more.

"Will you two please control yourselves," Icerova pleaded in Gerudic. In Common, she roared, "And you! Just shut the hell up if you're not going to help us!"

Onox continued to grin, turning around and heading off to the tunnel that connected the Deku Woods to Parapa Desert. "No, I rather like talking."

Saber quickly wiped his eye after the fiery Gerudo's warning. I wouldn't want him riding me about being weak the entire time...I'm just about the only one he isn't annoying, and I'd like to keep it that way. He observed the further exchanges with a sigh. Are we even going to survive before meeting this Fate? It seems like they're going to tear each other apart...He took the hand and pulled himself up swiftly, just before Firerova launched herself at the Draconic General. Holy s*** on a s*** sandwich!He though, panicking, and drew his saber, charging after the Gerudo before her sister successfully stopped the attack.

"Why do they insist on talking in Zoran so often?" He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. "Maybe I should try and learn some new languages...then again, I have a hard enough time with Common.." He added as he walked over to Dogura. He tapped him on the shoulder, and motioned for him to follow into the cave. "If you two would stop talking about your wild feelings for each other for a few minutes, we would like to get moving now." He jeered with a snicker as he followed the intimidating general.

Much like Saber had been shocked when Rose lunged at Onox in a passionate fury of hatred, Blank too was caught off guard. Instinctively, his right arm flew to the wooden hilts strapped across his back, and he knelt down as if to attack as well. He had been paying closer attention to Dogura's intrusion than the situation at hand, and was under the impression that Onox had pulled the final straw. He was actually relieved to see Icerova freeze Rose in place, but a pang of sympathy made its way to his expression as a wince as Firerova was tackled into a nearby tree. It had no doubt hurt quite badly.

Now that the nomad was almost completely confused, he began to assess the situation. Onox's laughter was indeed annoying, so much so that the hand which had flew to the swords was now pressed gently over one ear, the left hand finding its way to the other. “Shut up...” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the evil man as he mocked the entire group, but the three women especially. Images of what might be the Odrac Stone came to mind, mostly common gems like sapphires and amethyst. But judging by the confusion displayed by the Veilmist twins, it was no common rock.

“Whatever. Let's just go get this so-called Odrac stone. I'll help you three kill him after we wipe out the other deluded draconic ass.” The Hylian winked and set off after Saber, jogging a bit to keep up with the mercenary and the Draconic General as they disappeared into the caves. Looking behind him, he beckoned to Dogura, Pyralin and Tayro as if to say “C'mon! It's dark in there!” But that would just not fit the big fearless grunt idiom, would it? Well, maybe...

Wiping his brow, he finally realized how hot he was inside all of his armor. It was mostly thin, but still trapped all the air inside of it, and his body heat melded with that air, making him so hot, that he couldn't bare to wear it any longer. Standing up, and reaching behind him, he undid two or three straps, letting some of his armor fall to the overgrowing grass beneath him. Cool air rushed in to greet his body, as it caressed and nurtured his being. A sigh of relief broke the silence, as he closed his eyes, and felt the breeze. It could have been a hot breeze, but nowhere near how he had felt in the armor. Swatting at a bug on his neck, he began to remember why he hated the Deku Woods.

The gerudic racket was shattering glass to his ears, and he dearly wished one of them would just pass out at the moment. Now in a moment here, Dogura would regret much of what he had just done. Fireova had obviously had enough of the Draconic General's attitude. Making that even clearer to everyone, she rushed in at the man without a battle plan or any precautions. About now, Dogura regretted shedding his armor. Glancing at his allies, he realized that they were all reaching for their weapons. It would seem Fireova was about to start an early battle, and it was at the worse possible time for the Hylian ranger. Before any of them could react completely to the enraged woman, Icerova, her much smarter and beautiful sister, had already responded to her sibling's temper.

Quickly solidifying the air around Fireova's feet, Icerova barreled into her sister, slamming her into a thick tree. Dogura winced as he watched a few roots pop above the surface of the Hyrule soil. About now, Dogura regretted wishing that one of them would pass out; because that was likely about to happen. A hit like that would likely leave one in a dizzy stumble. At Onox's laughter, The samurai growled something in Shiekahn under his breath. Suddenly, the man turned and began to head for the cave. Closing his eyes, Dogura put his hands behind his head, and stretched. Alright, well, at least we can get moving again. Before he could strap his still dampened armor back on, he received a light tap on his shoulder, which he involuntarily ignored at first. It quickly snapped to his realization that somebody was trying to get his attention. Not turning around, he picked up his armor, and muttered, "Yeah, what is it?" Someone's voice said something behind him before he walked off.

Dogura couldn't quite pick up what he had said, nor did he stop to think about who it was. Swatting at another bug on his arm, he strapped his armor back on, and grabbed his belongings. Dogura jogged up to Fireova and Icerova before continuing any further. "Are you alright Fireova? If you need an extra leg, let me know. Just promise you'll keep your temper under control." Dogura turned his eyes to Icerova, and smiled. "You did good Icerova. That was a fast reaction, I'm impressed! Just remember that no matter how angry you get, she's still your sister. Take it easy, alright?" Standing up, Dogura jogged up beside Saber, Dogura slowed to his pace, and spoke low enough for only Saber, and possibly Blank who wasn't far, to hear. "I don't like this guy one bit... He just seems to cocky. Overconfidence is a strong man's greatest enemy. My Father told me that once... And it may just be the open window to his downfall. No doubt Rose will be at her best... She seems fired up about dismembering this guy."

~Pyre watched the conversation from the side, leaning against an old tree. The ranger kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, just in case anything broke out between Rose and Onox, and almost stood when Koume drew her weapon. The last thing he wanted was a fight. Not only was he interested in Onox's proposal: to work together, and then fight it out in the end, but he was actually starting to enjoy the general's company. The hylian knew that most people would call him "evil" but he was really just an opportunitist. That was as close to neutral as any followers of Ganon were going to get, so Pyralin found him much easier to live with than some of the people that he had vicitmized. (Maybe Pyre would feel differently if this wasn't the first time he met Rose...)

That in itself was the only problem. No matter his desposition, Onox had done some bad things including, apparently, summoning an army of stalfos to kill people Rose cared about. That was on the bad side of the line that seperated villans Pyre could live with, and those he killed on sight. When it came to the final confrotation (which I'm looking forward to) he would do everything to help Rose, as he was sure Dogura, Tayro and Saber would do as well. (Actually Pyre hasn't technically met Saber yet either but... lets ignore that since your timeline is "removed")

The other problem was the mysterious nature of their quest. Would finding "Fate" and the strange stone cause massive destruction and terror. Once again a question concerning the general's nature, and Pyre assumed that the answer would be affirmitive. That may make the battle against him a little harder, and the ranger didn't want Rose to have gone all this to kill the man, just to be anihilated. The fact that he cared about weither or not the woman had her revenge surprised him. Besides being rangers, they were quite a bit different. Rose had a complex past, could shapeshift and had a mission to drive her on. He was just beginning his story, and usually just wondered around Hyrule, enjoying life. Maybe it was just the simple chance meet up and a good cause that lead him to help her out, but whatever the reason really was, it left Pyralin a little confused.

When Onox rose and Dogura spoke about dismembering the general, the hylian chuckled and stood up, stretching. "So we move on?" He cast a sceptic glance at the Gerudo sisters, but it didn't seem like Koume had been particularly injured. It looked to him like it was time to go.~

OOC: Firerova, Pabru, Firerova. Not Koume. And it was more like summoning her weapon, not drawing it.

IC:
"I know that!" Icerova snapped at Dogura, insulted that ranger didn't think she knew who her own sister was; she was starting to see why Firerova wasn't fond of the samurai. "And this is taking it easy on her."

The group did not get very far from their resting spot. Two figures came out from behind trees in front of Onox. The taller of the two was obviously a Goron. He also seemed to be the more mysterious of the two, a cloak hid his entire body and his face. The shorter was obviously a Hylian, and his high pitched voice was usually found annoying be any listening to him.

"Ah, Onox," he said. "A man foolish enough to think a forced draconic heritage can stop me."

"My dragon heritage is natural, Fate," the human snarled.

"What do you want with Rose?" Icerova asked before Fate respond to Onox.

"Only her death," the deluded Hylian replied calmly. "After all, she--"he jabbed his finger towards the ranger"--is Destiny's pawn, and I will not let Destiny win another game.

Meanwhile, the Goron was deep in thought. Onox is a dangerous man. He cannot live. Fate must attack him, as must I. But these other people, they will interfere in our battle. Onox must try to hit Fate; his forced draconic heritage allows him to take more hits than I can. Rose is frozen in place, and Icerova must keep it that way. Her, Firerova, and anyone else who can cast spells must waste their magical energy on trying to kill Fate. If they run out of magic, then they and anyone who doesn't have magic must hold back. Yes, that is how the battle should go.

Just as the Goron finished this thought process, Firerova said, "You cannot seriously believe that."

"Oh, I don't believe it. I know it. Now then, if you'll excuse me, I have a certain human male to kill. Oh, this will be so easy. After all, you're not half-human, half-dragon. Such a thought is laughable. Dragons cannot mate with humans. However, humans and Hylians can. Elemental Burst Shadow!"

A pitch black ball flew at the Draconic General, who was unable to resist the magic. A pitch black ball also came from the cloaked Goron, but the second bombardment was resisted.

Both Veilmist sisters threw their own elemental bursts at Fate, but the Hylian didn't even have to attempt resisting the Gerudo's magic. The magic just rolled off of him. Onox's mace was unable to find the mage.

True to the Goron's thoughts from earlier, anyone with a lick of magic in their veins would try to attack Fate with magic. Any without magic would only hang back.

Onox: 89/113 HP, 23/23 SPL
Rose: 62/62 HP, 20/20 SPL
Firerova: 54/54 HP, 33/39 SPL
Icerova: 54/54 HP, 36/42 SPL
Dogura: 61/61 HP, 21/21 SPL
Blank: 51/51 HP, 11/11 SPL
Pyre: 61/61 HP, 15/15 SPL
Tayro: 53/53 HP, 15/15 SPL
Saber: 41/41 HP, 7/7 SPL

Fate: 554/554 HP, 534/540 SPL
Goron Mage: 33/33 HP, 27/33 SPL

OOC: Sorry for the slight god-modding and one-sidedness of the whole battle. But I need a certain someone to die, and this is one of those battles you're not supposed to win. Sort of like how you couldn't beat that one boss in the mines in FF IV (at least the first time). Hopefully, you all know what I'm talking about.

(((OOC: Koume sounds much better but I understand that they are NOT the originals.... Drawing was figurative of course silly HNS. And of course. The one thing that I hate is when a boss seems like they can't be beaten and your supposed to lose, but then you get game over, and you think to yourself: 'YOU MEAN I ACTUALLY HAVE TO ducking FIGHT THE GUY THAT CAN ONE-HIT EVERYONE IN MY PARTY??????????' Final Fantasy does that ALOT...)))

~Pyre frowned profusely when two men approached from the trees. It wasn't everyday that you met a cloaked goron (body)guard (BLANKAGE!) and an annoying yet powerful mage who seemed to be able to resist magic. The hylian didn't think that actually casting spells would do anything, but using a physical attack may be an even worse idea. Even so, he drew his blades to protect himself if either Destiny or Fate launched a physical attack of their own.

He settled into a guard position, and awaited his fate and destiny (...)~

(((OOC: Put all my energy into the OOC....

EDIT: AND WAIT DON'T LET ONOX DIE!!!!!!)))

Blank turned back slowly when he noticed that no one was following, and saw the newest event unraveling before his very eyes. So, Fate turned out to be just another Hylian, like himself. Blank already felt much less afraid, and his confidence was only bolstered tenfold as he cocked an eyebrow while the mage spoke. What a voice... he thought with a snicker. Of course, the hatred portrayed in Onox's tone of voice gave away a sense of peril to the situation - if one so strong and outrageously obnoxious could instantly transform into a demeanor of such devout rebuttal at the voice of such a man, then such a man was to be taken seriously.

Blank jogged back to the group and stood defensively by their sides, glaring at the deluded mage and his silent servant. A fight seemed imminent, so he pulled from their sheathes his two tools of chaos, the Deku swords. Fate was clearly the more powerful of the two, and so Blank decided that the henchman was the best choice for a target. After all, if the magical attacks of the mages present had no effect on Fate, what possibility was there that his swords could inflict any harm? No, the time for taking out the Goron was now, and he hoped he could muster it.

“What are you waiting for, Pyre?” he asked casually, watching the ranger draw blades but pause to charge. “I don't think they feel like holding back.” It struck him that the teen may have been plotting out a suitable strategy, so he nodded understandingly. That, or the boy knew that every move was a bad idea. Blank knew this as well, but there was no time to waste standing about. Fate had come for a fight, and Blank was going to comply. Rushing towards the Goron, he struck out with his sword, following up with his off-hand weapon in a dangerous slash-and-thrust technique.

Dual Wield [L3]

The Goron's nimble dodge could tell anyone two things. One, Goron's were more agile than people made them out to be. Or two, all mages are agile, no matter what race they are. Either way, Blank's swords do not meet the mage; however, the Goron's fist grabs the nomad by the neck. But the only force exerted on it is the force to bring the Hylian's ears to the Goron's mouth. In a low whisper meant only for Blank, he said, "Therrre's a firrrst time forrr everrrything, eh, Hylian? I must congrrratulate you; not many people can avoid my unique ability, and yet you did. I do not know if this is merrre stupidity on yourrr parrrt orrr if you arrre rrreally that good at deflecting assaults on the mind. Eitherrr way, I ask that you let me do my job. If you do, I can prrromise you a frrree drrrink at the Melodic Barrrd Taverrrn." The Goron mage released Blank and nudged the nomad towards Rose.

OOC: Again, sorry for the slight god-modding. But everything will be made clear later, I promise.

And Pabru, Onox will die. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not going to make Rose put up with her husband's (indirect) killer for the sake of your entertainment.

Saber nearly wet himself as the two mages made their sudden appearance, and repeated his mental curse from earlier. He immediately dove for cover, expecting to be obliterated within the second. However, it appeared the duo followed the 'banter first, strike second' style of fighting. Saber opened one eye from his position on the ground, his hands behind his head and his butt in the air. They still hadn't done anything...Looking around, he saw that his companions were taking up arms. Are they really planning on fighting these guys? If this is Fate, there's no way we can win by what I've heard. Still...what else is there to do?

He sat up slowly, then rose, drawing his saber smoothly and hefting it in his right hand, resting it on his shoulder as his left hand fumbled with the sheath. Unattaching it from the belt, he held it as well, prepared to attack. Okay then....here goes! he commanded himself mentally as he stepped forward. He saw Blank on the move as well. Great, I'll have backup. So then, CHARGE! Then his fellow Hylian Nomad was manhandled by the Goron, and Saber skidded to a stop. RETREAT! He skipped away backwards, not taking his eyes off the mages who had been only ten feet away at that last second. These guys are way too strong. I mean, Blank was just outmaneuvered by a Goron! That's less likely than Burlo burning down a bar!

As he watched the nomad nudged back to his group like a pup who had wandered from its litter, he settled himself by Dogura, glancing over at the samurai and hoping to convey his thoughts through the look. The only way we can take these guys down is by surprise...no way we can outfight them head-on. We need a strategy...perhaps I could use a bit of fire to make a tree fall on them...? Although I highly doubt I'm skilled enough at the spell to cast it without them noticing... His weapons lowered slightly as he tried to figure a way through the dilemma. I can't believe this...there's nothing we can do against them. Wiping his hair out of his eye with his sheath hand, he used the masking to cast Dogura a sorrowful glance. We...we may have failed Hyrule this time...Who knows what they'll do once they're done toying with us...