Alpha was probably not expecting it, but the Moblin's odd intelligence in comparison to the usual lacking of such a quality would be showing itself in yet another way as the great bulk of warrior drew closer. As it reached the Sheikah, a wretched teal arm flung outwards at the cloaked man. Alpha was lifted into the air and was in the process of being flung back towards earth, when the Moblin growled in pain and stumbled back. The mage was set back on his feet. While the beast was able to dodge the powerful physical attack directed at it, the aura that shone from Alpha's persona unbeknownst to even himself prevented the Moblin from touching him.

Shaking off the tense feeling and awkward situation, the Moblin leader pressed his face close to the mage and gripped the offensive staff in its thick, rock-like fingers, tugging fiercely. Even the strong Sheikah was unable to prevent the petty theft; the Moblin growled and leaped away from the man and began to run yet again - perhaps cowardice was a constant in all the world's breeds of Moblins. It carried with it the staff of Alpha, chuckling menacingly while looking over the quality of the weapon.

<center>Alpha has been disarmed.</center>

The remaining Moblins trampled on behind their master, passing Alpha at an unbelievable speed. One Moblin, unfortunately, aimed a consolation prize at the Sheikah, in the form of a swift flailing of its thick war club. Not only did the Moblin miss entirely as a result of moving far too quickly, but it became disoriented and lost any grip it had on the dirty leather reigns. Falling from the boar, it landed with a Splash! on the muddy flats as its steed hurtled onward. The pig-like man - about the size of a normal Ganon-type Moblin, while easily the smallest of these Calatian Moblins - tumbled a few feet before coming to a bloody, skidding stop. It could be seen making attempts to rise, but its legs had clearly been crippled by the fall, and it could only crawl in the opposite direction, towards the steppes...

Alpha suddenly finds himself flying through the air, gripped by the incredibly strong hand of the Moblin beast with a speed he would never have thought the savage capable of executing. With no time to react, much less avoid or dodge the attack, he is lifted into the air - and just as quickly let go, causing him to float in midair for several seconds before the skin around his skull makes impact with the cold wet ground. 'Well, that didn't go exactly as planned,' he thinks with a grimace as his landing turns into a rolling tumble that ends up with him stumbling back to his feet.

His amazement is sparked once again as the monster suddenly appears by him and grabs not at him, but his staff. His eyes widen - still flowing through with electricity, anyone other than its wielder that touches the weapon should instantly have thousands of powerful volts jolting through them mercilessly. And yet the still off-balance Sheikah quickly realizes that the Moblin has not only grabbed it, but stolen his prized weapon from him.

He regains his balance. He feels the wind of the two boar-back Moblins charging past him. He sees the poorly aimed attack from one of the aforementioned riders. He looks back to where the Moblin flees with his staff. He hears the sound of the other adventurers charging after them from behind.

He feels his fists clench and his eyes narrow as a raging fire suddenly ignites within him. His lips move. "BIG. MISTAKE."

His right palm opens up again, revealing the small incisions made by his fingernails slicing into his hand and the droplets of blood that fall from them to join the raindrops on the ground below. The palm flexes, then grips the two deadly poisoned needles that shoot down from their hiding place on his arm. The preferred weapon of the great assassin Wraith have more use than just poisoning someone, after all. Passing them to his left hand, he lifts his right palm upward.

And then he jabs one needle straight through the bleeding points, lacing it through his palm as if he was weaving thread. For anyone else, this would be fatal - the poison would magically move through their body in a bare few seconds, killing them almost instantly. Fortunately, Alpha had spent over a full year developing immunity to almost every poison in existence, and this type is no different. He repeats the process with his left hand, leaving him with two elongated pieces of metal stabbed through his palms.

Swiftly lifting his left hand over his head he slashes it downward, clashing one needle against the other. Sparks fly as the metallic items strike . . . but they do not vanish like they would normally. Instead, a stream of electricity follows after Alpha's left hand, leaving behind a trail of sparks that joins the two needles together. Once the two hands are as far apart as is physically possible, Alpha stops for a second and then slashes back upwards, connecting with the needle a second time and trailing the sparks in the opposite direction. The lightning in his hands solidifies almost instantly as he channels his magical essence into the spell, casting the magic that he himself had created years ago. He now holds in his hands "The Lightning Javelin!"

In a burst of speed he rockets forward, dashing across the landscape as he struggles to catch up with the Moblin that had been a big enough idiot as to steal a powerful mage's weapon of choice. As soon as his eyes fall upon the fleeing fool he plants one foot before him, draws back the Lightning Javelin, and hurls it forward with all his might. The moment it ceases to touch Alpha, it takes on all the characteristic of a pure bolt of lightning - incomparable speed, almighty power, and annoying sonic boom included - and thunders forward at its target.

And should it somehow miss, Alpha's needles are already clashing together again, forming a second Lightning Javelin that's ready to strike.

The Moblin dashed on, oblivious to the spectacular spear of lightning that was following behind it at an alarming rate. The sick sizzle of the rain evaporating as the bolt flew mystically through the air hissed in the quickly expanding rainfall. It was common knowledge that lightning was hot; the amount of heat energy pulsing through this projectile must have been phenomenal.

It was either the heat or the ripping sound caused by such a high speed that alerted the Moblin to the Lightning Javelin's existence. It turned its hideous mug in time to see the horrendous display of power zipping towards him. Who was this cloaked man, who could summon such awesome displays of electricity whenever needed? The Moblin's eyes bulged as it caught sight of another javelin being prepared even as the first flew true.

It did the only thing it could think of - threw itself flat on the ground. Of course, no amount of intelligence that a Moblin could be capable of could save this beast. The wondrous line of lightning struck its intended target and exploded magnificently, sending an awestriking array of miniature bolts, although still impressive, raining all around the Moblin. It growled savagely in pain, frying under the horrible, intense heat and shock. As the electrical energy was transferred into the ground and dispersed, the unexpected occurred.

The Moblin heaved itself up off of the ground and staggered on, still managing to keep up with it's incredible pace. It was at this point that the remaining boarback Moblin arrived and slowed to allow its master to mount the steed. The surviving leader did just that, and instantly the two Moblins were speeding off again.

Blank had caught up to Alpha by now, after a jolt of surprising hidden energy. He panted wildly, his own sense of fear keeping him a short distance to the side of his ally lest he fall prey to the second Lightning Javelin. The sweat poured down his face, and the only reassurance that it wasn't just the rain was the warm and salty taste as it trickled past his lips. It was a long way for a person to run, and the trek was still ongoing. The adventurers were falling further and further behind.

Saber couldn't believe it.

He had seen the Moblin struggle with Alpha, and sped up to try and assist his ally, and increased his speed even further when he saw him get disarmed. His legs, like two pistons, shot up and down faster than they ever had before, and there was a constant squelching noise as his boots sank into and rose out of the mud every split second. This accursed mud...it's slowing me down, I may never catch up in this weather!

He willed himself to move faster, lengthening his stride so that he touched the restraining muck as little as possible. "They....they can't...get away!" He yelled through gritted teeth at himself, trying to get motivated, although all he did was deprive himself of some of his already-too-scarce oxygen. "If I don't get there in time....no, I WILL get there in time, there's too much riding on this! The villagers, Alpha's staff...without it, he's done for if he runs out of magic power! He has no weapon!"

What he saw next made him try to stop on a dime, although all he succeeded in doing was falling flat on his face before hurriedly lifting himself out of the wretched sludge. Apparently, Alpha wasn't unarmed! He held what appeared to be a lightening bolt...but it couldn't be, could it?

Apparently, it could, and was. Saber watched in awe as Alpha made his Zeus-esque attack, and whooped with glee when he saw the lethal bolt strike home. As he watched Alpha create yet another one, he couldn't help but think it was over. "Alpha will strike them all down, there's no way they'll escape now!" He leapt to his feet to congratulate Alpha when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Where the Moblin had been hit--it's body was still there. Nothing unusual about that....except...the body was moving?!?

He stood, dumbfounded as the rain pelted him and the Moblin made it's escape. It wasn't until the boar had gained a few more yards that he realized he was still on the battlefield. He took up his blade and charged again, yelling out to his comrades. "Alpha, strike them down! If you get the boars legs it may not die, but it won't be able to run either!"

Alpha couldn't believe it. So shocked was he to see the Moblin simply in less than a million pieces - not to mention still in one piece, and not to even think about the fact that he could still move - that he nearly dropped the Lightning Javelin. That would've been bad, as it would have rocketed away in some undetermined direction, possibly blasting towards Ruto Town and his allies rather than a target of his choosing.

Then he realizes those two things that were not supposed to be mentioned and/or thought, and he really does drop the Javelin. Not having prepared himself for it, the shockwave throws him sky high as the bolt of lightning screams away at a speed that is difficult to even imagine. Fortunately, the great god Rohtric, deity of storms and thunder - as well as the one whose teachings Alpha and his master Zaris follow - must certainly be watching over this area today, for rather than heading towards the town or his allies the Lightning Javelin heads with all due speed, and then some, directly towards the Moblin that had fallen from his boar in a foolhardy attempt to attack the Sheikah earlier.

As said before, the shockwaves throw Alpha to the sky, and not in a figurative way of speaking. Before he knows it, the Sheikah is gazing down upon the lights of Ruto as larger droplets of rain pelt his cape. He finally manages to shake off his confusion with one simple thought: 'Alright, fine, I'll just have to get close enough that I'm sure he'll be completely disintegrated.

'And to do that . . . I may just have to use that.' Focusing his eyes back to the area where the Lightning Javelin's remnants light up the earth, he nods to himself and allows his scar to begin to glow its violet color. His brows furrows as he focuses on the essence of the item he had stored in the Void all those years ago. And . . . . . . . . . . there! That's it right there. The portal opens up on the inside of his cape, and his hand darts in, grasping the chilly item on the other side. Once his grip is firm, he yanks out . . .

A big piece of metal. About four feet long, one to 1.5 feet wide, and three inches thick, the metal is mostly rectangular with rounded edges, and a slight bulge reaching the metal's widest point about a foot from one end. Judging from its relatively light weight, one could conclude that it is either made from extreme light metal or is hollow on the inside - and its owner knows for a fact that it is the former rather than the latter.

Alpha swiftly grabs it with both hands as the rain threatens to make it too wet to hold with one hand, then twists it around so that his feet can plant themselves on it. He suddenly bites his lip as realization strikes him. Letting the metal hang in free fall for a few seconds, he removes the two needles from his palms and jabs them straight into the soles of his two boots near the their tips. Then he takes two new needles from his hidden arsenal and jabs these in near the heels. Satisfied, he once again grabs the board and plants his feet near them.

Without warning the boots clamp down hard as they touch the board, intense magnetism gripping onto the needles and holding anchoring the Sheikah's boots to the metal. He rotates several times in midair as he struggles to focus and get his bearings, the metal board sticking firmly to his feet as the ground rushes up towards him.

Twenty feet above the ground, the board suddenly orients itself towards the ground without any input from its rider, sparks abruptly arching out and striking the earth. Alpha grins; it may have been years since it was last used, but the Magboard can still work its wonders. By manipulating the magnetic charge naturally generated by a planet, the Magboard can be used to . . . there it goes. The Magboard stops a mere foot above the ground, hovering in midair as the Sheikah repositions his feet. 'Now for my part in all this,' he thinks as he mentally reaches out to the electrical currents flowing between the board and the ground. All he has to do is manipulate them ever so slightly and . . .

Without warning the board rockets forward, shooting directly in between Saber and Blank as it darts after the boar-back Moblin pair with speed rivaling that of one of the King's steeds. Two more needles appear in Alpha's hands, though he decides against actually inserting them into his palms this time - his hands are still aching from the last time, after all - and he clashes them together to swiftly form a third Lightning Javelin. Speeding towards the boar, he decides to take Saber's final words of advice to him and launches it straight at the creature, then creates a fourth and prepares for some close range combat.

Saber gasped and threw himself to the ground as the bolt dropped--he had no idea what would happen if it landed, but he had seen what the first one did and didn't think he could pull off the incredible feat that Moblin had. "Heh. Bested by a Moblin. Dad would be so proud..." He mumbled just before the humongous boom went off, his eardrums beginning to throb and scream in pain as his yell of fright was eclipsed by the javelin.

A few seconds afterward, he opened his eyes slowly and stood up, looking down at the mark the javelin had left and whistling. He felt his hair--it was matted and wet, probably from a combination or both the rain and sweat. The force of the explosion had blown in straight up, and he looked over at Blank with an awed expression. "Alpha....is dead...?" he couldn't believe it. This was one of the most powerful people he had ever met, and he was dead! Not only was he slain, but he was slain by his own attack. Who ever that that the great mage Alpha would end up his own killer, although he couldn't really think of anyone else who could kill him. One minute he had been slaying a group of enhanced Moblin bandits to help the villagers of Ruto, the next he was....riding a hovering board?

He stared at his ally with his mouth agape, a small bit of drool hanging down from the corner. He barely even noticed as Alpha tore by on the board, the whoosh from the passing mage manipulating his hair yet again--this time it was blown so it stayed directly behind him in a straight line, making him look like a mad scientist of some sort. He turned and looked at Blank....well, blankly. "Or....maybe he....isn't dead..."

Blank looked onward and shook his head solemnly as Saber voiced his fears. Of course, the death of one such as Alpha was not something so easily dealt. Blank had seen the Sheikah in action and could scarce believe the Moblins were not yet dead themselves. How can this be... His mind raced as he searched his memories for possible solutions. The Hylian knew that a formidable spell like the Lightning Javelin would have shattered each individual skin cell on his body, ripping matter from energy, especially when cast by a powerful mage like the caped one.

“No, he's not dead,” confirmed Blank glumly, slowing his pace a bit and trodding on through the small puddles that seemed to illuminate the plateau under the the concealed moon's excellent shine. Far ahead he could see the Moblins advancing like lightning with Alpha's staff and the salvaged spoils that the remaining lackey had been carrying. The nomad grimaced and attempted to pick up his speed, but the weight of his soaked jerkin prevented him from exerting hi full potential and he grew weary again. “I have a good idea of where they're going,” he mentioned quietly to Saber, pointing in the direction of the distant windmill. This pointing was made by instinctive direction alone, as all traces of the old building were obscured by the rainfall.

Blank could, however, still see the rushing figure of Alpha and his Magboard. The odd contraption that had appeared as though from nowhere perplexed the nomad at first sight, but then decided that even attempting to consider the properties of the lightweight metal sheet would be futile. Jerking a thumb towards the flying, cloaked Sheikah, Blank could not help but chuckle. “Always full of surprises, that one.” The smile that and formed was washed away with the rain, however, because of the horrible consequences Alpha could be implicating with his successive Javelins. Not that the mage couldn't hold his own against two obviously over-exaggerated Moblins, but Blank still worried for his friend. These Moblins were no Hakiems, but in all instances of their presence, death and chaos were sure to follow.

The Lightning Javelin flew towards the boar's legs, as Saber had directed Alpha to do and as Alpha had complied. By now, the horrible, murdering Moblins had reached the end of the stretch of highlands. They arrived on their boar at the cliff pass, the windmill within sight now. As the boar ground to a halt outside of the cave, the Javelin struck. A terrifying, high-pitched squeal could be heard echoing all the way down the mountain; it was an odd noise for such a breed of pig to make. This was followed up by, of course, the thick, hoarse grunt of a boar in pain, and after a few short moments of this it was over. The only thing keeping the horrid creature from setting alight and disintegrating altogether from the bolt was the now heavy rainfall. With the steed literally exploding as they sat on its back, the two Moblins could do nothing but jump to the ground and roll. The leader growled something in Moblin, and the subordinate nodded while baring his teeth and grinning. Of course, this little agreement of plans went on unbeknownst to Alpha or the stragglers. Before Alpha could manage to let fly the fourth Javelin, the Moblins had ducked into the cave and were lost in the darkness.

Further behind, Blank staggered through the rain with Saber, shielding his face from the now torrential downpour. He would have spoken to the mercenary stranger as he went, if not for the loud patter of the grand water droplets against the ground. Several times he almost slipped and fell flat on his back in the muck. This was becoming ridiculous. He hoped he could lose Alpha and Saber when the Moblins were found. For the sake of saving face, a solitary kill was necessary.

Alpha allows his angry face to be replaced by an impassive one as the Lightning Javelin strikes home with pinpoint accuracy, just as it always does, brutally slaughtering the boar in an instant. Well, at least the attack is merciful enough to not let the target linger . . . or at least, it shouldn't, though that one Moblin seems intent on proving the Sheikah's beliefs wrong for as long as possible. However, with the fourth Javelin that he holds in his hands . . .

Alpha glances around, ceasing his manipulation of the magnetic field and allowing the Magboard to slow to a hovering stop, before letting his head drop and shake in disgust with himself. "Fled into the caves . . . real smart," he mutters to himself, though even he can't hear it above the pounding raindrops all around him. Good thing he has the cape to keep him dry, considering how much he prefers warmth to cold. "Yes Moblins, reveal your true intelligence: flee into the epitome of shadows while there's a Sheikah trailing you. Real smart."

But no matter how much he can make fun of those beasts, the fact is that the one was still able to survive being struck by a lightning bolt. Not only survive, but keep moving as if nothing had ever happened. Even Alpha can't do that if hit by the Lightning Javelin, and he himself is able to absorb most lightning based attacks that he's come up against and/or created. It's as if the Moblin can't feel pain . . . as if it isn't even alive . . .

Only one way to test that theory, Alpha realizes as his gaze darts back behind him momentarily. Blank and Saber are still a fair distance away, and if the Sheikah's to figure out what exactly keeps that Moblin going, he'll be wanting it to stay that way.

Without waiting for the other two to catch up, Alpha turns, launches the Lightning Javelin high into the sky so that it won't hurt anyone, and then gets the Magboard moving again, charging into the caves without his fellows.