Hyrule Adventures 2

The knights, unaware of the flying doom, continued to fight back some of the hoards, and were succesfull in some places more than others. For instance, any soldier who was dumb enough to attack Sovelis was turned into a display of gore.

This seemed to slightly change, as four large Goron warriors approached. One would expect their hide to protect them. But lo, they, too were cut down. Sovelis might just be unstopable. Might.

Thunderous roars were heard throughout the city, as monsters looked up at the Powder Kegs, which were being targeted by a spell. The Kargarocks, under the influence of Being's spell, were forced to try harder to get closer to the enemy, as the air itself was pushing them back.

Moblins below took exceptional note of this, and aimed (Upward?) at Being, and released their arrows. None made it, obviously. The moblins were not the best archers one could find.

This, obviously, meant that they weren't on par with Shada's aim. The arrows she released flew true, shooting upwards towards the Kargarocks, hitting a few, but not enough dammage. Koura, however, is able to do it, and hits two of the three birds carrying bombs. Shada knocks out the third, and they all begin to tumble down...

(OOC: Alpha,that thing, I don't know if the hurricane does anything, so tell me if it does and i'll edit)

There were no other soldiers around. The area that Xeon was in was mostly abandoned....and as soon as he left, not a soul would be left...alive. His moblin servant rushed forward, towards the safe areas, in search of victims.

Burlo's brave attack was in vain, the Kargarocks were already spinning towards the ground, right near a large enemy hoard. One, only one bird was hit, and a magnificant explosionsounded, but missed the other two, who headed down...

Taimat was rushing towards a safehouse, rushing through an alley, when he chanced a look upwards, to see that one of the two Kargarocks was falling down right towards him . . . and Laido. No....

Taimat acted quickly, he tossed Laido forward, knowing that he himself would not be able to make it. He formed a soft pillow of earth to cushion and protect Laido from the blast.

It was his last act before he, along with the 400+ monster in the other street, was consumed by fire. A soldiers death.

The soldiers know not the fate of their general, only that the battle had just taken a turn for the better, for them. Almost 500 of the enemy was just wiped out in an instant, this means that it was time for the Hylians to advance. Raising their arms, the pushed forward now, ready to win this...

The Garo accompanying Worru turned around so that it faced Sovelis. It knew it had no chance against a tempest, but it must defend Worru at all costs. It pulled out a dagger, and rushed....

"Is that all you can say? The frost queen can't give a better comeback?" Arrika said, her lips twitching into a sarcastic smile. She was stiff as Zeze hugged her warmly, knowing she didn't deserve the kindness. She averted the bard's eyes- there had always been something so happy, straightforward, and honest about her that Arrika didn't believed she could take it if she made eye contact with her. Zeze was everything Arrika wasn't, she had no bad traits, she had morals, she was content with her life. On the other hand Arrika, being a thief, lived in sin. Steal to live and live to steal. Arrika felt envy, she felt jealousy, she had problems controlling her wrath and pride...

"I don't know what I was thinking," Arrika said after a long moment's silence and glaring. It sounded like her cold exterior was about to crack, and that she was about to repent and beg for Sakiko's forgiveness. But that was not so. "To think I was scared if I ever had to meet you on the battlefield. But you know what? I don't care anymore. I don't give a shit about what you say. I was an idiot to think we were ever friends. To think I believed a spoiled little princess like you ever looked at me, a lying, skinny thief as your equal. Isn't that right?!

"You're a selfish bitch, you know that? I don't blame you for not understanding- I always felt you cared too much about yourself to ever purposely go in harm's way to protect someone. I may be a thief, I may lie, cheat, and steal, but I don't break my promises. I swore to him. I swore I would follow him to the ends of the earth if I had to!" Her voice escalated as she gripped the hilt of her sword tightly. "This? This is nothing."

The Sheikah took a step forward, shaking Zeze off as she got into a fighting stance. She pointed the bloody edge of the slim sword's blade at the mage girl. "Well?" She continued. "Didn't you swear to protect Hyrule? We're enemies. We're going to fight, no matter what you-"

A loud blast sent tremors to the ground. Arrika looked around wildly, then with a pang realized that the war might not end so easily. "It's now or never. Fight me fairly, or I'll kill you before you can blink."

Sovelis was furious. To think that this Garo would even DARE to raise it's blade at the Tempest was a thought that enraged him beyond words. It didn't matter to him if the battle was lost... This was but the tip of the iceburg of the Dark Army's power. "You insolent, little creature! For this act of defience, you... WILL DIE!!!"

All thirteen blades had been amplified by Sovelis, instead of just being brought into existance, they had been made into actual, exact replicas of the sword that he held in his hand, infused with his powers beyond the level that he had show back in the Temple of Nayru a few weeks ago. The weapons diced the Garo into small pieces, but left the Tempest's captive untouched.

"Now... Worru... Where were we?"

Worru, once he had actually heard the Tempest's voice, he straightened up, and slowly turned to face the much older man. After some ten seconds of looking at the Dark General, he went back to facing the door, and thusly began to beat on the door in order to open it. "Open up!" he yelled to the no one inside, not at all wanting to face the person who could kill him with less than one hit.

Sakiko did not reply for a moment, somewhat disappointed at Arrika's outrageous string of insults. The vulgar words did not help, either. She was somewhat hoping that the Sheikah would cut her deeply, so that she could hate the girl forever. A part of her wanted to raised her hand and send the Sheikah flying off to the end of the battle field, to kill her the way she had killed the rest of her enemies. The logical part of her brain screamed that the thief was her enemy, and it only made sense that she should kill....but that sensitive, emotional side that she despised was winning. She would never be able to fight her best friend. The Hylian smirked, hoping that the acting would work - inside, she knew she wanted to cry instead. How she wished that she could!

"Did I hear that right? You want me to duel someone like you?"

Her words came out in a sneer, exactly the way she was planning it. Her pain was masked by her anger. It felt good for some reason.

"Don't you dare bring your imaginary honor into this. You came here, greed and power as your incentive, because you're right: you are a thief. It only makes sense that you'd rob those who were kind to you, if that means there's something to gain from it."

She paused, turning the idea of Arrika's friendship as something she had only imagined too. What if their friendship had only been made because Arrika saw something to gain from it? Sakiko shook, and if it was from anger or denial, she could not tell.

"You're right. I was and never will be your equal. And unfortunately for you, I only fight those I respect. I hope we never meet again, whatever happens in this war. You disgust me."

The mage turned on her heel, walking away briskly. She didn't want to see Arrika's face anymore. Her legs begged her to let them break into a run, but she calmly told herself that everything was under control. Which meant nothing. Zeze watched Sakiko walk away, her green eyes losing their sparkle. The bard was first at denial, wondering how possibly Arrika could betray them. She had always believed Arrika to be a sweet girl, who would always be her friend forever. Zeze gripped her bloodstained sword tightly, trying to swallow a lump in her throat. She suddenly felt cheated, and she couldn't exactly pinpoint the idea why. She felt like her life before this was all an illusion, and what Sakiko said was true.

Zapheta turned her emerald eyes toward Arrika, and stared at her face briefly. She said bitterly,

"I'll always remember you, Arrika, as someone who isn't holding a sword with the blood of your friends coating it. I'm always going to remember you as a friend."

The bard's eyes began to water, bitter tears rolling down her cheeks. She continued in a thick voice,

"But you know what? I want to say something before I leave. It's great to know that you will never love us, you know that? It's great to know that the oaths we made to each other about being friends is garbage compared to the oath you give to your lover."

She paused, staring at Arrika with a look that had a mix of emotions all at once. Zeze began to run, and caught up to Sakiko. And they began to walk side by side, each in their own world, each missing a lost friend. And perhaps the worst part of that was, they didn't look back.

Junters club crashed into the ground, leaving a small indentation despite the cushion given by the Moblin who had so unluckily ended up twixt the weapon and the ground. The goron turned on his heel to intercept the next attack he knew would be on its way--the size of this clash was simply too colossal to snatch a moment's rest. A rusty flamberge arced through the sky as it was knocked from its wielder by the weighty mercenary. Junter lunged forward, his weapon still above his head from its disabling crescent strike, and clutched his latest opponent by the tunic, hurling it backwards in the same motion and hearing the jumbled clatter that proved his maneuver was succesful. He spun on his heel once more, his weapon falling once again and crushing the two pig-like soldiers with an explosion of innards and blood. Junter remained in this hunched position for several seconds, breathing heavily. He hadn't expected it to be this difficult. He was no longer unscathed--something had gotten around his guard and nicked him on the calf. He wasn't sure of the details, but the incident was only going to repeat if he stayed here.

He hefted the weapon over his shoulder, ignoring the various organs that slopped all over his back, and took off at a run, towards a large group of warriors from both sides. However, his earholes picked up a peculiar noise--a shriek. Glancing upwards at the source of the voice, he saw a falling kargaroc, clutching in its talons and object he knew all too well--a powder keg. He had no way of changing his direction, not with his mass and the inertia it just so happened to posess. In the few precious seconds he had to determine his life or death, he used the only defense mechanism that came to mind. Dropping to the ground with a skid, he curled up as quickly as he could. Gorons were used to extreme heat, their hide was the best defense they had. He could see nothing from his position, and it seemed like hours before he heard the massive explosion. A few hours later, he felt a sudden wave of heat barrage the boulder on his back, and everything on his backside--Soon he felt himself moving. The force of the blast propelled the ball of rock outwards at tremendous speeds--directly towards the now evil Tempest, Sovelis.

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"Nice shots, ladies." Comes a sneering voice from behind Shada and Koura. A building away stands the owner of the voice, Yassen, his bald head radiating for a moment with the reflecting light of the explosions. "Perhaps you may be interested in coming to work for us sometime? Especially the Gerudo..." His eyes dart up and down the female warriors body before he smirks. "Yes, I've never had one of you before. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind having either one of you around." His half-burnt face breaks into a wide grin as he chuckles lowly, then winces from the pain such a facial expression caused to his roasted tissue. Damn that Sheikah...

By the arrogant assassin's side stood Lerick, the three other assassins behind the leaders, shuffling nervously. Fighting their way here had been difficult, as this was their first real battle. Lerick, ever the veteran, showed no signs of fatigue, despite the amount of blood splattered across the katana held idly in his hand. "It's a shame we didn't get her early enough. However, it doesn't hurt us in the end." He cocks his head slightly as he tries to size up the ladies before him. He has heard of them both, although they weren't the foremost subjects of his study. Assassinating them may capture the attention of the Hakiems. Despite the strength of Lerick's association, they were still more content to stay below the radar. Tightening the grip on his blade, Lerick stepped forward, wondering what was going to come first--the attack, or the retort to Yassen's arrogant-as-ever comment.

OOC: Well, Alpha, feel like a sort-of rematch?

Arrika was too stunned too speak, her knuckles turning even paler as the grip on her sword shook. She should have said something- she knew she would come to regret it soon enough. But being her cowardly, stubborn self she watched her former friends grow farther and farther away from her. At the last second she tried to call out- she wasn't sure what she meant to say, but her voice came out strangled and pitiful. Her eyes grew wet but she brushed the welling tears away roughly. Inside she knew she deserved the horrible feeling consuming her, and she didn't blame Sakiko and Zeze if they never spoke to her again.
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Mirielle watched the rallying between Kobas and Burlo with interest, until Burlo tried to divert the spell towards the Kargarocks. An evil smile flitted across her face and with a wave of her hand the spell of concentrated wind dissipated into the air, become useless. She looked around lazily- no one seemed to have noticed that she had just aided the enemy.
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"What happened?!" Kobas demanded as the magic disappeared, then caught Mirielle's eye yards away. The witch smiled coyly and with a swirl of her cloak vanished into the hordes of fighting, although the masses of monsters was now noticeably depleted. He hadn't expected Burlo to redirect the spell towards the explosives- now that he thought about it, the entire contest had been a silly idea. Then again, no one had informed him about the bombs. So much for being in charge. He searched for the face of the mage he had been dueling- he had a nagging suspicion that he knew him well.

OoC: Someone hit her.

"Worru... What the hell are you doing? No one is there, so stop it or I'm gong to have to hur- OOHHFFF!!!" Sovelis was rudly interupted by the crusing force of a Goron that had been propelled buy the exploding Powder Kegs. All twelve of the swords that Sovelis had summoned followed their master, twirling in the air behind the speeding mass.

A few second's after they had colided, the pair smashed into the stone wall of a building. With the force of a cautapult, the Tempest was smashed into the wall and crushed by the weight of the unknown Goron warrior. Bones cracked, muscles and flesh bruised, and the metal of Sovelis' left arm cracked under the pressure. In the stones, he was bearing the Goron on his body, strugling to lift the monsterous weight off of him.

Laido’s eyes flew open the moment he touched the soft earth. He turned around just in time to see Taimat’s horrendous death. He outstretched his arms, his scream trapped inside his throat. No, I cannot scream. If the enemies know of his death… He felt his lungs being squeezed, unsure of what to do. Maybe Taimat wouldn’t have died if it weren’t for him… The archer crawled on all fours, groping around for his arrows and bow. He mustn’t die. He must survive, to pay back for Taimat’s death…
He sobbed uncontrollably, looking around his surroundings like a mad man. Dirt painting his cheeks like paint, he began to yell out Zapheta’s name, Sakiko’s, and even Masakazu’s.
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Sakiko stopped abruptly, her eyes growing wide. She, being able to detect people’s aura, could swear that she could feel Laido’s. Where was he anyway? They were close to the safe houses, as they have been wandering around aimlessly after the argument with Arrika. Zeze placed a hand on Sakiko’s shoulder.
“What is it?”
The mage did not answer, still trying to listen. Then... she could hear it. Laido’s calls for help. The mage grabbed the bard’s arm, and they began to break into a run. They did not stop until they reached the alley, staring at the mass of smoke and fire. Sakiko coughed, waving her arms back and forth. She began to cast a water spell at the fire, just enough so that they could weave through. Laido’s aura was stronger now, and so were his calls.
Zeze was the first to spot him.
Her eyes scanned over his torn body, bleeding profusely, and dirty. She ran towards him, and grabbed his arms almost roughly.
“Goddesses, who did this to you?”
Sakiko knew time was scarce. She yelled,
“Come on, let’s go!”
They ran towards a house, and sat below it, sheltered by its roof from any aerial attack. The mage knelt beside Laido, scanning his body.
“What…”
She could see various marks of magic on his body, bits of arrows in his arms. Sakiko ran her cold hands hovering above Laido’s body, closing her eyes. Slowly, the archer’s body began to heal, the open wounds closing up slowly. Laido still felt weak, but he felt better. Sitting up, he wiped the last bit of blood dribbling down his chin.
“Goddesses, we’re going to kill them next time. We’re going to…”
He choked up, overfilled with rage and shame. Sakiko sighed, and gently put her finger on Laido’s temple. Her finger had been dabbed with herbs that caused sleep. It would be temporary. But for now, she deemed it wise that they should be here, safe, rather than spending energy trying to fight a losing war.

"Ha-ha!" Shada and Koura cry simultaneously, turning towards one another and sharing a hi-five at the sight of their success. Their arrows have nailed the trio of Kargarok bombers, and now the pair can watch in triumph as they divebomb straight towards a mass of Dark Army members. The three birds are halfway to the ground before Shada's face abruptly pales as she glances around. "Uh . . . Koura . . . ?"

The Gerudo glances at her in sudden worry, and begins surveying their chosen sniper point as well . . . and afterwards she can only nod quickly and solemnly. "Move it!" As one, the pair turn around and leap off the side of the building they've scaled, trying to find some little bit of cover after realizing their mistake: in order to shoot down the bombs, they'd had to get close enough for their bolts to hit . . . which had effectively placed them within the blast radi -

The explosion catches them in midfall, and they should count themselves lucky to actually have escaped the range of all but the shockwave. Still, that wave is more than enough to hurl them into the side of another building.

They wait until it has completely passed them by before even attempting to pry themselves out of the framework and drop to the rooftop below them. "Ow," Koura mutters, rubbing her left arm, which bears enough new scars and bruises to show that it had taken the brunt of the impact. Shada grimaces as she tries to reach around and rub her back, which had played a similar role in her collision with the wall, but finds the muscles in that area rebelling against her attempts at such a movement.

"Nice shots, ladies."

The pair turns to face Yassen as the assassin goads them on, probably not even realizing that any chance who could have had with them in his wildest dreams is being shot down by his disfigured face. It takes all Shada's strength of mind to keep from cringing at the sight . . . and then his words fill her ears, and it's all Koura can do to keep her from charging right in and tearing off the jerk's head.

"Shada, why don't you go find Noval, hm? I'll catch up." Koura whispers into the Sheikah's ear before slowly pulling herself up to full height and putting on a dangerously seductive smile, utilizing every aspect of her races' natural charm all at once. The Sheikah turns, surprised by her response to that idiot's condescending words, then decides that Koura must have some idea of what she's doing and stands, darting off to go see if she can indeed find out where the former general is.

Koura begins walking towards the pair of assassins, giving them a bewitching smile. "You want me, honey? How much ya willing to pay for that . . . privilege? The price is kinda steep, ya know . . ."

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Wraith wades through the streets that had once been filled with chaos, a maniacal grin covering his face as he looks about it with his mind's eye, seeing past the whirling vortexes which surround him and into the now-barren streets - barren because the Earthbound Hurricane is gripping every thing that is nearby, adding to its destructive strength by

So the Kargaroks had been felled. So what? There were other hordes of darkness out there for him to prey upon. And even as the remainder of the bodies in this district join the masses of boulders and chunks of earth revolving around his more . . . sadistic . . . form, he spies such a horde - probably the largest group in the city after that explosion from the Kargaroks - and begins making his way towards it.

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"You little plan appears to have failed you, demon."

Richarn Noval raises his blade to point at where Cormoros stands. No doubt about it in the Golden Hylian's mind - this is the being that was calling out to him, searching for him. And even from this distance, he can tell that this won't be an easy fight. A necessary fight, perhaps, but certainly not an easy one.

He only hopes Koura shows up soon.

OOC: The fight goes on!

IC: The Garo that was cut to ribbons was only the first; at least ten more assasins appeared on the rooftop above Sovelis. All of them had their weapons drawn, all of them jumped . . . to their deaths. Each and every one of them was slaughtered by Sovelis.

As Worru banged on the door, the force of ten bombs exploding was released above him, and Xanatos appeared in front of the boy, not looking any better than when he last fought Sovelis. "Hello again . . . Tempest."

A sword in his hand, the servant of Nayru prepared to fight.
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I feel that I have discovered a worthy opponent.

The clouds seemd to darken as Gobi stood on the ruins of the west wall, overlooking the entire battle. His bloodied robes billowed slightly in the wind. In his right hand was a scythe longer than he was tall. His left hand was grasping onto the rushed head of a dead goron warrior. He smiled.

I sense a clansmen.

He tossed aside the rock body, and descended from the wall, onto the ground below. He was not like the others here, he had a true purpose, and it was the only thing he thought of as he destroyed every enemy in his path . . .

Worru.
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Hylian knights were colliding with the ever-present hoards of Darkness, their blades going against the wicked axes and halberdes of the enemy. Still, none know of the death of their General, Taimat.

A wizzrobe floats through the sky, right above Arikka , Zeze and Sakiko, it spied down on them, and readied a fireball, which it shot at Zeze . . .

Other enemies faced off against foes such as Junter, who's club easily pulverized most enemies in one shot.

Some of this, of course, was made all the funnier by Sovelis getting crushed by Junter. None of the nearby compatants bothered to help the Tempest, and Xanatos could only suppress his laughter at the sight of the man.

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In another hell, both Hylian and Hoard soldiers alike turned to see the sight of Wraith comeing towards them. The Hylians continued to attack, while the hoard tried to escape.
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Cormoros turns his head to the one who was daring enough to point a blade at him. It was the man Cormoros was searching for: Richarn Noval.

"Ah . . yes. It appears so. However, I still, weather it succeded or not, get what I want." The undead said, turning completely to Noval, as Abyss appeared by his side.

"Let us compare the Goldforce to the powers of the dead!"

A sword made of bones appeared in his hand, and the ground began to shake as corpses began to crawl out.

Cormoros swung at Noval. The desciding fight had begun.

Arrika had a bad feeling as the wizzrobe passed her by. Her suspicions were confirmed when a blast of fire magic soared towards the direction Zeze and Sakiko had gone... She knew Sakiko and Zeze would hate her for a long time, if not forever, but as she raced towards them, jumping over dead bodies like hurdles, she didn't care. The memories they had together, the happy ones, would stay with her to the grave.

The Sheikah thief looked up quickly- she was now neck and neck with the fireball. She sprinted as if her own life depended on it, turning sharp corners at lightning speeds as she wove her way through the town.

"ZEZE! SAKIKO!" She knocked the bard and mage well out of the path of the wizzrobe's attack, her next thought being it was probably the stupidest thing she could have done.
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Seth closed his eyes, and without another word to Rhyss or Kobas ran towards Zeze, Sakiko, and Arrika. Rhyss and Kobas took no notice and had their own share of kills, Kobas being an experienced assassin sometimes felling 3 soldiers with one well-aimed senbon.

Sakiko stumbled, still holding Laido. The sleeping boy’s body slumped on her arm, and she skidded across the ground, grunting with the effort of trying to protect Laido from flying out of control. Zeze rolled next to her, but quickly got up. She jumped up, and saw Arrika on the ground. She screamed her name, and jumped up to save the thief in a split second, but Sakiko grabbed her arm. The mage pulled the bard towards her, along with Laido. She stood, so cold and so inhumanely unmoved by this whole incident that Zeze felt the feeling of cold shock and dread running through her veins.

The mage let go of the bard, and threw Laido on her back. She began to break into a run, her face tight with fury. It was war and Arrika was her enemy. Zeze ran alongside her, the bard screaming her name like a curse.

“Sakiko, what the hell! Are you honestly-“

Sakiko turned around, and threw down Laido’s body.

“Stay here. Watch over him, he’ll wake up soon.”

Zeze grabbed her wrist.

“Shut up! Listen to me for once! Arrika…she…saved us, don’t you see?”

Sakiko snapped her wrist away. Her expression was marble as she hissed,

“It was her damn choice! I never begged her to do anything as stupid as that!”

She began to jog towards the broken down houses and the crumbled stones, knowing she had to kill something or she was going to explode. Her cold fingers caught the neck of a nearby monster, crushing its demented neck with one grasp. Her eyes were blinded with bloodlust as she savagely tore through the enemy, her blackest magic tearing the life away from body.

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Masakazu laughed hysterically as he blasted more of his magic at the Hylian forces. He stepped lightly, wondering how Laido turned out. He hoped that he didn’t really kill the boy, but he slightly wished that Laido was badly hurt. The mage swept his bloodstained hands through his black mess called hair, smiling grimly.

Sovelis was hurt badly, but he would still be able to fight even if every bone in his body was broken or not. The goron that had smashed into him was tossed aside, he didn't care if the creature was alive or dead. Only two thing mattered right now, His mission, and anything that stood between him and his goal. "Xanatos... You look just as bad as when we last fought... Did I actually beat you that much?" the Tempest spat his words at the Hylian in his way, his swords once again spinning and floating around him. "Your in my way once again, it seems. Move or I'll make sure tht you don't walk away from this fight alive..."

Junter felt himself jolt a bit as he slammed into the Tempest, then began to ache all over as he crashed straight into what was left of the wall. He had lost his equilibrium during the magnificent spinning episode, and was trying to unravel himself from the mess of debris that he had found himself in when he was suddenly flying through the air, the next target of Sovelis' wrath. He didn't go far; his unaerodynamic body and the mass it contained wouldn't allow it. He plowed into the dirt and rolled a bit more, coming to a stop with a horrible headache. His heartbeat was beating a loud tattoo in his head as he struggled to get up straight. He collapsed on his elbows and knees, breathing as he tried to regulate his blood flow and regain some focus. He saw objects slide together as his double vision began to recede, and he looked up, seeing a rather beaten figure approaching another...He suppose that the one he had hit was the one who was a mess. Judging by the short speech the Tempest gave, and the contempt in it, he would bet anything this would be one of the men he was sent to fight. And a strong one, at that. One that may actually have more than a fair chance at beating him. Something that couldn't happen if he expected to move on. Clambering onto his rough, scraped feet, the Goron began to stumble in the opposite direction, still waiting to recover the full gift of balance.

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'Kee--!" Was the odd sound that rang out from Lerick's mouth, his concentration thrown off by the favorable response one of the ladies seemed to show. It was definitely an unexpected turn of events. Too unexpected. "Yassen..." He chided, his gawking mouth clamped shut as he shot a stern glare at his ally. Koura...He thought, running the name through his mind. He knew it was her name. Now if only he could remember more of what he had read. One thing was certain, she wasn't the kind to break off attention in battle like this.

Yassen's smug grin had grown all the wider, the corner nearly reaching his ear--which wasn't as difficult a task as it may at first sound, since the distance between the two facial landmarks had been decreased in the incident. "Come now, Lerick, you know what they say. You win some, you lose some." He sauntered forward casually, flashing the Gerudo a winning smile as he removed one of his daggers. Sticking one finger up, he began to spin the blade around it, whistling ever so sharply with his complacent expression still settled firmly on his features. "You know, afterwards you'll probably be the one wanting to pay me. Just judging by my track record, anyways. However, why don't I be the gentlemen and we'll just go dutch?" His eye twinkled almost as brightly as the sun glancing off his red scalp, his eyes darting up and down the Gerudo's impressive...physique.

In the background, the three underlings looked at each other questionably. Then Len broke out into a grin. "Y'know, if this be the way battles are, I'm gonna be signin' up for every one!" Their knives were held loosely in their hands as they began to chuckle amongst themselves, Lerick looking from them to Yassen, then back again, desperately. "Men...!" He hissed, trying to keep his charges alert. As his eyebrow twitched, a small ball of light arose by his ear.