Hyrule Adventures 2

Worru opened his mouth now to speak, but not in a voice that seemed his, his own being one filled with his youthful enthusiasm, but instead one that was reinforced with courage, not going to give up until his last breath passed through his lips.

"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of Circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."

The words seemed not like Worru would know them, as only few people who lived in Hyrule would have ever heard them. With those words spoken, he once more charged at the Rebel Flame, the Ranger of the East knowing that he will not die.

Kasei smiled as Worru charged. "Fool, words are meaningless in battle." He mutters, and then lifts his scythe for the finishing blow, swinging the weapon right at Worru just as he gets within range, taking away the last of the rangers HP, and sending him, bleeding, to the ground. [Worru: 0 HP]

Kasei stood over his defeated oponent, a frown on his face. "It looks like....this one isn't him either.." The Rebel Flame calls out to the empty room.

"Hmm...most intruiging, Kasei." A voice said, as the other stars appeared, as if ghosts in the room once more....

Worru, as he lay on the ground, his blood mixing with the sand around him, as it turned into a dark crimson in color, lay nearly motionless. The only part of him that continued to move was his hand, the green still glowing, as it twitched and soon enough, began to move forward in an effort to pull the boy closer to the Rebel Flame.

"...no...I...I will not...give up...Ka...sei..." he said, voice diminished by the towering exhaustion he felt after his battle. Once, after a few moments, he was finally up to the older Sheikah, his bandaged hand wrapping around the man's ankle. "I...cannot...give up...must...make him proud..." he mumbled, louder this time, but still only the words of a near unconcious boy.

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The Stalfos sneezed, which was strange, seeing as he had now wind to blow through his nasal cavity to make such a noise, nor the equipment needed to produce mucus. He shook his head, his eyes fading once more as he entered his dormant state once more.

OoC: Just a question... need someone to pop in and Save Worru's backside?