Fandom Broken Cycle (Legend Of Zelda)

[Red Thunder]

The Goron chewed a bit of limestone with a slightly impatient look on his face as the Twili spoke. And continued to speak. Or rather, to ask questions. One of the troubles of today's youths: they don't know when to keep their mouths shut.


Trex heaved a rumbling sigh, but he found himself feeling less dour. This young one had a lively spirit, and it felt good to see that. It was like being home after an arduous journey.


"Trex," he replied simply. But an incredulous look colored his expression. Gorons made good seats? They weren't the most graceful of races? What in the mountain's name was she on about? Was this her way of making friends? It was a very odd one.


Trex shook his head.


"I don't know about the door, but I'm the only Goron that could be spared, I think. My brothers fight the Swimmers back at Volvagia's Demise, or Death Mountain to you Fragile-Jaws."


As he answered her, his head turned to the dining hall doors and the entry hall beyond. What was that slam, and why had the Sheikah rushed out so quickly when it happened?


@Synaria

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

The younger Shiekiah wasn’t she what surprised her more: The fact that the Darknut was expressing genuine intelligence, or that her superior was being as volatile like Amice often was on the battlefield. It was almost frightening, seeing the usually composed older woman act like this. Usually it was the white haired woman chastening her for acting without thinking. Since when had their roles suddenly become reversed like this? One moment Impa was charging at the Darknut with eyes full of fire, veins visibly pulsing in anger, and the next she was attempting to be calm in order to hold a civil conversation. Even though the alcohol she had earlier was probably making her a bit calmer than usual, Amice couldn’t help but think there was something…off.


"We should indeed put away our differences, and our blades, at least for this evening and the coming days, so that we may fight our common foe." The woman was saying with difficultly, taking her hands off her sword. She gestured for Amice-and a few of the others that the red head had temporarily forgotten about-to lower their weapons. Rather unwillingly, Amice sheathed her daggers, still eyeing the creature before them wearily. "You will have a room, and food awaiting you in the dining hall." Impa said.


After waiting for the Darknut to respond, Amice gave her an incredulous look. When the others were gone (hopefully), she asked, “What was that about Chief?” She raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you invite him here anyway, despite that fact that his race once worked for Ganondorf? It seems like something is bothering you. More so than usual.”


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[Synaria]

Kylista pouted slightly. He hadn't asked. Eventually his curiosity would get the best of him. She was sure of it or, rather, she would have been, if he would have seemed to have any. It didn't matter to her as she could easily make up for the both of them, and possibly several other people. His shift in attention didn't go without notice. "Aha! So you are curious. Let's find out then, shall we?" She leapt off the table, sending her bowl off in a random direction. The bowl froze and gently placed itself back on the table as she lightly floated down the remaining few inches to the ground. Such small magics were practically second nature to her and took little to no effort.


"Trex, I have no idea what you're talking about." These 'swimmers' were a new race to her. She believed there was an aquatic people called the Zora, but why the goron and the zora would be in conflict, especially on Death Mountain, she couldn't guess. "Tell me of your stories sometime." Regardless of origin, fact, or fiction, she would never turn down the chance at a story. They were her lifeblood and were one of the few things actually capable of keeping her attention for any length of time.


The twili didn't leave him time to argue or turn her down. Skipping over to the door quickly, she pressed her pointed ear to the solid wooden door and listened. She heard . . . voices. Though she couldn't make out much of what was being said, she could tell it wasn't very amiable. Kylista straightened up and stepped back a few strides. She then flung the door open wide, banging it against the dining hall wall in what she assumed was a manner similar to what happened earlier. "I-" Her words died in her throat as she took in the scene before her. The hylian girl and the bird girl stood in front of the now open door, one with her weapon drawn, the head sheikah appeared to be reluctantly sheathing hers, and Amice and Zael both looked rather tense. But despite all that, the one thing that stood out the most was the huge metal clad figure that stood in the area, hands resting on the pommel of its over-sized axe. The name darknut immediately rose to her mind. Mercenaries originally, their name had been tainted in the prior years when they served Ganon. She'd heard multiple stories about their strength and intelligence, most conflicting in one way or another. One thing was certain though, they were not good people. Kylista awkwardly closed the door in silence and retreated back to the table with the goron, putting him between herself and the door.


@Umm, everyone?

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Aura[/color] Of Twilight' date=' post: 2457929, member: 26147"']The younger Shiekiah wasn’t she what surprised her more: The fact that the Darknut was expressing genuine intelligence, or that her superior was being as volatile like Amice often was on the battlefield. It was almost frightening, seeing the usually composed older woman act like this. Usually it was the white haired woman chastening her for acting without thinking. Since when had their roles suddenly become reversed like this? One moment Impa was charging at the Darknut with eyes full of fire, veins visibly pulsing in anger, and the next she was attempting to be calm in order to hold a civil conversation. Even though the alcohol she had earlier was probably making her a bit calmer than usual, Amice couldn’t help but think there was something…off.
"We should indeed put away our differences, and our blades, at least for this evening and the coming days, so that we may fight our common foe." The woman was saying with difficultly, taking her hands off her sword. She gestured for Amice-and a few of the others that the red head had temporarily forgotten about-to lower their weapons. Rather unwillingly, Amice sheathed her daggers, still eyeing the creature before them wearily. "You will have a room, and food awaiting you in the dining hall." Impa said.


After waiting for the Darknut to respond, Amice gave her an incredulous look. When the others were gone, she asked, “What was that about Chief?” She raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you invite him here anyway, despite that fact that his race once worked for Ganondorf? It seems like something is bothering you...”


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Imp whipped around as the doors crashed open behind her, sword out, and pointing at the surprised looking Twili mage. She practically growled at Kylista, who stopped mid sentence, taking in the scene, before closing the door. Imp sheathed her weapon with a twitch of her eye, her patience at a boiling point.


Impa said nothing until everyone but Amie had left. She sighed, her red eyes closing for a few seconds, as she composed herself, steadying her breathing, and cooling her boiling blood. "I'm sorry you had to see me act like that,''. she said with a long sigh, opening her eyes, looking down at her red haired accomplice. "You see, that is just what's bothering me. He, and all his kind, as well as the Gerudo and Lizalfos, worked for Ganondorf. They all claim to have changed, but how can we believe them? How can we believe them after all they've done against our people? Against our kingdom? I cannot trust them, but I must, in order to defeat Varian. There is no other choice I can make as Chief. That is why he is here.'' she explained, looking down at the ground, before looking back up at Amice. "I am proud of how well you have behaved, Amice. You kept your wits about you, even when I didn't. As recognition of your performance, and past accomplishments, I name you my second in command,'' she said, with a slight smile.

 

[Red Thunder]

The Goron watched her curiously. What an odd little creature. He almost found himself smiling at her eccentricities, but his eyebrows creased and his face grew hard as she sat, almost hiding, behind him. She was scared, he thought, and that didn't seem like a usual thing for her.


"What is it, child?"


Trex looked back at the door. The angle his table was at meant he'd not seen into the hallway, but something there must have scared her. Standing up, he ensured his combat gloves were secure in his massive hands and began striding to the door, prepared for the worst. As he did, the Goron called out to the Twili over his shoulder.


"Stay. I will see to this, then come back to tell you stories."


@Synaria

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

After seeing Impa sheathed her sword, Softwer thought it was best if she put her katana back into its scabbard. She still had some worries about that Darknut, but she assumed that since it didn't behead them when it first saw them, then it must not be here to kill them. Thank God that it's not here to chop us up. Now how about we try to get out of this room for sure. She then looked at Soto to indicate that they should go in, but then the mess hall doors slammed open. Again, it bumped into her and knocked her down. Ok, the idiot that did that nows going to get it.


She got up to see no one come out of the doors, probably because they were scared by the Darknut. She then went to the doors to see a Goron coming near. "You," she said with some anger.

 

[Atom]

A smallish figure waited nearby, watching Impas encounter with the darknut. It was only by chance that he'd intercepted the letter and an even greater feat of luck that the darknut didn't question going an hour out of the way to a different route, the other being under 'enemy' control. In reality it was entirely clear but the darknut wouldn't need to know that. He'd taken the detour and unknowingly allowed Haron to follow him here. Perfect. Now just to get inside undetected.


Haron tucked his hood in and ducked lower behind the rocks.

 

[Red Thunder]

Trex thumped to the door and pulled them open. His breath caught in his throat as the hallway opened up to him. He recognized a few, the two Sheikah, but several others were unknown to him, including the small Hylian girl that was facing the door.


"You."


But he paid her no mind. Standing beyond her, and facing down Impa with his large battle axe before him, was a Darknut. The Goron himself stood a head taller than the rest of his tall race, but the huge armor-clad warrior stood above even him. An angry rumble sounded in Trex's chest. The Darknuts had killed many a Goron in the past, and one in particular was instrumental, he believed, in the loss of his fiancé's interest. He'd often heard that Darknuts had comparable strength to the Gorons. It was a good opportunity to find out. He raised his hands defensively.


"And what do you want, pawn of evil?"

 

[Soulmuse]

Zael couldn’t help but stare in disbelief as the Twili launched into her introducation, rambling on and on, and her head tilted back somewhat unnaturally, on account of his height. Finally, as the longwinded rant drew to a close, she puffed up with pride.


For a second, Zael could only stare, trying to wrap his head around this. Normally, he was patient, patient to a fault. But this was ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous. Still, before he could say anything, the Twili bolted from the room, saying “He did it!” Zael blinked in confusion. He did what? Yes, they were staring, but that only made sense. After all, he was well, a Twili which were, well, somewhat uncommon in Hyrule. It wasn’t like he had commited a crime?


Well, there was that particularly annoying innkeeper…. Zael trailed off in his thoughts, about to speak, when a heavy clunking sound filled the air.


Whipping around in time with Amice, Zael’s hand flew to the hilt of his sword. A massive armored figure had appeared, looking around furiously. Racking his memories, Zael thought this being, creature, whatever, was called a Darknut. Whatever it was, the creature was almost as tall as Zael, with the difference being rather small. Heavy muscles and armor. Before Zael could say anything, Impa stormed into the room, looking incredibly angry.


A shiver went through the Twili as he took in the enraged Sheikah. His lips thinned as the Darknut and Sheikah exchanged words. Obviously there was bad blood here, although Zael knew little of it.


Even as the assembled group started to put away weapons, Zael could feel the tension in the air, and kept his hand near his blade, and magic ready to act. As he did, Zael gave the creature a more through look, beyond just wanting to asses it’s threat. Based on what he knew, Zael decided this person was a Darknut, and while he was curious about what had made the others so angry, asking the new arrival didn’t seem like a good way to endear himself to the group.


A resounding bang echoed, and Zael spun, his sword sliding into his hand in a single, smooth motion. With a snarl, Zael saw it was the Twili he didn’t like who had thrown the door open. Jamming his sword back into its sheath, Zael gave Impa and Amice a nod, Zael headed towards the door, trying to get his rapid breathing under control. He was far enough away that he could see Amice and Impa talking, but he didn’t know what about. Before he could open the door however, it was thrown open again, this time by a towering Goron, who took in the scene. He was far enough off to the side, Zael was farely sure he went unseen by the Goron.


Hand’s raised defensively, the Goron spoke, his voice rumbling, almost like mountain stone. "And what do you want, pawn of evil?" Zael frowned, wondering what the was about. Moving back out of the shadows where he could see seen, Zael asked the burning question.


“I’m going to guess you are a Darknut.” He addressed the new armored arrival. Then, speaking to the group at large, he asked his remaining questions. “Forgive me ignorance of Hylian history, but I appear to be missing something. Why has the universal response to our new arrival been so hostile?” He ran his gaze over everyone, waiting for an answer.


@Aura Of Twilight @Red Thunder @SirDerpingtonIV

 

[Flawless]

Shasro'mon

​

He was about to lift his axe and place it back in his holster, still on edge yet satisfied that there would be no bloodshed, before the mess hall doors burst open once again. In entered a huge figure, a towering mass of stone-like muscle, whom he instantly recognised as a Goron. He paused, the spiked top of the axe hovering a just a few inches off of the floor. The Goron, too, looked angry at his presence.


"And what do you want, pawn of evil?"


It was too much.


Shasro'mon's already strained pride flared. His carefully controlled anger burst through. Heat surged through his veins like liquid fire. A low, furious growl rumbled in the back of his throat, his lips drawing back to reveal rows of jagged white teeth in a twisted snarl.


"How dare you label me like that." he hissed, gripping his axe tightly. "How dare you."


He lifted his weapon, giving it a wide yet controlled swing down across his body, the blade slicing through the air with a whoosh, subconsciously sliding his feet back into a fighting stance.


Nobody insulted him and his race like that. Nobody.

((I'm cool with Darknuts, no worries. I was going to have a Darknut character before Flawless made hers. *Grumpy face* Just kidding, it's cool))

((I feel so guilty now ;A)

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

“Second in command…?” Amice echoed, before suddenly erupting into a fit of laughter. She couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of her superior’s words. Past accomplishments? Her, of all people, being Impa’s right hand man? Her, the girl that one a normal day preferred slacking off rather doing her duties, having such a high position? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and for what felt like several seconds her body rocked with chuckles. Her chest soon started to hurt, but it wasn’t until she gained a semblance of control that she spoke. “C-chief….” Amice stuttered breathlessly. “O-oh goddesses…you…” A few more giggles made their way from her lips and she wiped tears from her eyes, her arms wrapping around her torso. “You’re a riot, you know that? W-w-who knew you of all people had such a sense of humor…” Clearing her throat, she then looked into Impa’s eyes, and what she saw wiped the smile away from her face.


“Oh shit. You’re completely serious aren’t you, Chief Impa?” She said hoarsely. Her heart started to go into overdrive. “I-I…where did this come from?!” The red head looked at Impa incredulously. Amice wondered if the woman had finally cracked, if all the battles she had been in had finally started damaging her psyche. “Why me, of all people? I know times are tough, that we are probably screwed and all, but surely there are more qualified soldiers, ones way more experienced than me! You’re crazy!” The young Shiekiah felt herself starting to panic, eyes shifting between Impa and places only she could see. She started shaking her head. “Nope. Noda. No way in hell. There is no way I could possibly…” Amice’s voice trailed off. Thinking back, Amice couldn’t see what, if anything, she had done to make Impa hold her in such regard. Sure, she had been part of a few battles, managed to kill a few enemies and survive, but anyone with a bit of luck and knowledge of weapons could do that. She wasn’t second in command material with all her flaws, her recklessness, the way she acting at the current moment. What was Impa thinking?


Forcing herself to take a deep breath, Amice tried to relax, make her body un-tense. When she was calm, she looked the woman straight in the eyes and said softly, “Why Chief? Is this why you ordered me to come here with you? What about Kalian?” She hoped that the mention of him, a fellow Shiekiah, would bring Impa to her senses. “He’s way more experienced them me in several ways, and older. I know that you sent him on a dangerous mission a few weeks ago, but what about when he gets back? What then? He might feel…betrayed by this development.”


Before Impa could reply however, she heard raised voices near the mess hall, among them belong that of the Darknut. Amice started to head in that direction. Fuck.





@SirDerpingtonIV

 

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Impa sat there, saying nothing, doing nothing, reconsidering as the red-head laughed at her. Even she began to realize the absurdity of her words. Once the younger Sheikah had managed to stop laughing, Impa let out a sigh. "You're right, I'm sorry. I ahven't been able to think clearly as of late. We're all losing more and more ground to Varon with each passing day, and I'm not too sure I can take this stres for much longer." she sighed, rubbing her hands over her eyes. "Ignore everything I just said, you're right, I probably am crazy." she was about to say something else, probably an apology, or a dismissal, when he heard noises in the hall. Impa sighed, sliding out her sword, as she charged into the hallway, seeing the Goron and the Darknut, ready to fight. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU TWO THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" she bellowed, holding her giant sword in her hands.

 

[Red Thunder]

Shasro'mon

​

He was about to lift his axe and place it back in his holster, still on edge yet satisfied that there would be no bloodshed, before the mess hall doors burst open once again. In entered a huge figure, a towering mass of stone-like muscle, whom he instantly recognised as a Goron. He paused, the spiked top of the axe hovering a just a few inches off of the floor. The Goron, too, looked angry at his presence.


"And what do you want, pawn of evil?"


It was too much.


Shasro'mon's already strained pride flared. His carefully controlled anger burst through. Heat surged through his veins like liquid fire. A low, furious growl rumbled in the back of his throat, his lips drawing back to reveal rows of jagged white teeth in a twisted snarl.


"How dare you label me like that." he hissed, gripping his axe tightly. "How dare you."


He lifted his weapon, giving it a wide yet controlled swing down across his body, the blade slicing through the air with a whoosh, subconsciously sliding his feet back into a fighting stance.


Nobody insulted him and his race like that. Nobody.

Trex glared at the Darknut, his fists tightening.


"Typical Ganondorf peon: would rather chop heads off than anything else."


The Goron dropped even further into his defensive stance, ignoring the raging Impa that burst into their vicinity like a thunder clap. Talking a step forward, he rumbled angrily.


"Come, then, if that axe isn't merely for show."


If he admitted it to himself, he was a mite worried that his chain mail was in his room. Goron hide was tough enough to withstand most weapons, but something swung by a Darknut might be another story. On the other hand, Gorons tunneled by punching rock to bits, and Trex was stronger than most. His fists were weapons, strong enough to dent steel, and he knew it. The rage in his chest finally burst forth, and his voice was like an eruption.


"COME!"

 

[Soulmuse]

The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control, the Twili realized. The Goron and Darknut were quite obviously so engrossed in their argument his question had been lost, and looked ready to come to blows. Despite his height, Zael knew that getting involved with the ensuing brawl was unwise. He couldn’t match either warrior in strength, and magic was right out, as restraining them wouldn’t be easy. No doubt, he had magic that was up to the task, but such a spell had a breaking point, and well, the Twili wasn’t eager to find it.


Quickly backing away from the fight that was winding up, Zael cast his eyes around. Impa was likely going to get involved, but Amice was standing back. Maybe she could answer his questions. He moved over to stand beside the red haired Sheikah, and gestured to the building confrontation.


“Tell me, Amice of the Sheikah, what causes such a feud?” He spoke, hoping he didn’t startle the warrior. A second fight would help nothing.

 

[Flawless]

Shasro'mon

​

He hesitated for a split second, before casting down his axe beside him with an almighty crash of metal on stone.


"I will not fight you with my weapon whist you are unarmed, however low you may be, Goron." he spat, saying the name of his kind like it was some kind of terrible insult.


He lowered himself in his stance, readying his fists.


"I accept your challenge." he growled lowly.


For a moment, he simply locked eyes with the him, letting out a breath.


But instantly he stepped forwards, closing the gap between them, and drove a fist up into the Goron's jaw with the strength to shatter stone.


Yet he knew that he wouldn't exactly have an easy time defeating this Goron.





(@Red Thunder)

 

[Atom]

Somewhere near the back of the compound, at an open window, Haron was taking his chance as he worked his way in.

 

[Red Thunder]

Shasro'mon

​

He hesitated for a split second, before casting down his axe beside him with an almighty crash of metal on stone.


"I will not fight you with my weapon whist you are unarmed, however low you may be, Goron." he spat, saying the name of his kind like it was some kind of terrible insult.


He lowered himself in his stance, readying his fists.


"I accept your challenge." he growled lowly.


For a moment, he simply locked eyes with the him, letting out a breath.


But instantly he stepped forwards, closing the gap between them, and drove a fist up into the Goron's jaw with the strength to shatter stone.


Yet he knew that he wouldn't exactly have an easy time defeating this Goron.


(@Red Thunder)

Trex's eyebrows raised as the large battle axe clattered to the floor and grunted. What was the Darknut doing, dropping his weapon? Did he really think-


"I will not fight you with my weapon whilst you are unarmed, however low you may be, Goron."


The Goron grunted. Did the Darknuts fight with words now?


"I accept your challenge."


My challenge? If you wish to see it that way.


But there was no more time to think, only react. And react he did, swinging his head down to impact the Darknut's gauntleted uppercut with his forehead. The blow dazed Trex, a few stars dancing before his eyes. He stepped back, shaking his head. Grunting, he pulled his arm back and delivered a solid strike to his opponent's breastplate. The resulting clang echoed through the hall, magnified by the stone walls.

 

[Flawless]

((As it is indeed a fight scene, le posts will get shorter))

Shasro'mon

​

Shasro'mon grunted, his metal boots skidding back a few inches with an awful screech. He could feel the blow reverberate painfully through his chest, made worse by the thick armour he wore; yet he recovered quickly (well, quickly for him) and seized the arm that had hit him in a powerful grip and pulled with a hefty amount of force towards him. With his other hand he slammed a fist upwards into Trex's stomach area.


I shall not lose to this arrogant mountain dweller.

 

[Red Thunder]

Damned armor.


The Goron's spiked gloves had only scratched the breastplate. Trex snarled in frustration, only to be yanked forward and lose the rest of his breath as the Darknut grabbed his arm and pulled, gutting him hard.


AH! Grabbing, are we? Fine. We'll wrestle then, and do it my way.


Mirroring the other's attack, Trex wrapped a hand around the Darknut's wrist. With the other, he grabbed ahold of the underside of his breastplate and heaved. His opponent, armor and all, was suddenly lifted over the Goron's head and dropped on his back. Releasing him, Trex raised both fists and brought them down, intent on impacting the breastplate again.


"Should have kept your axe, Darknut."

 

[Flawless]

Shasro'mon

​

His orange eyes widened as he felt himself being lifted by the breastplate.


What?!


He was still in shock when he hit the floor, landing flat and ungracefully onto his back. Being graceful had never exactly been his strong point, however. And neither had flying.


Yet just as the Goron's great fists started to descend, he knew that that kind of blow would definitely damage his armour. He moved quicker than even he though he would be able to manage. He brought his arms up and only just managed to catch his spiked fists. Shasro'mon, howvever, wasn't quite quick enough to escape his hands getting crushed between the Goron's blows and his breastplate. It was incredibly painful, his hands not being the best guarded by his armour, but he began to push back, straining with the effort.


"I am bound by my honour!" he replied, hissing between gritted teeth. He tightened his grip on Trex's fists, and twisted violently to the side, throwing the Goron off to allow him space to get up from his undignified position on the floor.


((@SirDerpingtonIV? These two are going to go Super Saiyan on each other in a minute if there is nothing stopping them...))

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

Softwer was going to argue with that Goron, but it passed right pass her out of the mess hall. She decided to drop the grudge afterall she shouldn't have been standing to the door that close. She found herself in the room she wanted to be in, away from all of the mysterious things, and especially the Darknut. Though her dad was better than most soldiers being a little bit high in the ranks, she heard stories from her dad about nearly being beheaded by one and how it took five regular soldiers to just take down one. Finally away from that Darknut and those two mysteriou- oh c'mon!





She examined the room to see that one of the mysterious things, the one that blamed the other, was in there. I can't get a break. She thought that if she sat away from it and didn't stare it wouldn't come over to her. She then sat down and started to gnaw on some bread on the table. She tried her best not do look at the thing.


After about a minute or so later, she started to hear some kind of racket coming from the doors. She got up and slowly went over to them. She opened them gently only to see that Goron from earlier fighting with the Darknut. She saw Soto still next to the door and Impa on one side of the place with Amice and the hovering creature thing. She looked at Soto and said," What on Hyrule has been happening?"





Soto was just looking at the event fold out. She stayed close to the mess hall doors and a distance from the fighting, she didn't want her life to end by being collateral damage. She didn't have any weapons and she had could only do well in hand combat, which would be useless against a Goron or an armored Darknut, so staying out was key. When Softwer opened the doors behind her and asked about what was going on, she replied," I don't know, they must have some bad history."





Softwer knew there was bad blood between those two races, so they could go on till death unless someone stops them. She thought it was best to get next to Impa's side for safety and so they could know what's been going on. With that, her and Soto slowly walked over to Impa while hugging the wall. "Ok," Softwer said," what's been going on that caused this racket?"

 

[Red Thunder]

Shasro'mon

​

His orange eyes widened as he felt himself being lifted by the breastplate.


What?!


He was still in shock when he hit the floor, landing flat and ungracefully onto his back. Being graceful had never exactly been his strong point, however. And neither had flying.


Yet just as the Goron's great fists started to descend, he knew that that kind of blow would definitely damage his armour. He moved quicker than even he though he would be able to manage. He brought his arms up and only just managed to catch his spiked fists. Shasro'mon, howvever, wasn't quite quick enough to escape his hands getting crushed between the Goron's blows and his breastplate. It was incredibly painful, his hands not being the best guarded by his armour, but he began to push back, straining with the effort.


"I am bound by my honour!" he replied, hissing between gritted teeth. He tightened his grip on Trex's fists, and twisted violently to the side, throwing the Goron off to allow him space to get up from his undignified position on the floor.

He's strong, stronger than I'd thought he'd be. As is his armor. I can see why the Gerudo Usurper would use these creatures in his conquest.


Trex pushed against the Darknut heavily, tipping himself off balance to do so. And the Darknut took advantage. The Goron suddenly felt his center shift, and with a thud he hit the ground next to his foe. He looked up. The Darknut seemed to be trying to stand. Well, Trex wasn't going to let this thing have the advantage. With a grunt, he placed both hands under his chest and shoved against the floor, pushing himself up to a standing position. Snarling, he put up his fists and stepped back.


"Honor doesn't belong solely to you. Get up, that we may continue."


He huffed, seemingly out of breath. Much as he loathed to admit it, this Darknut was a worthy opponent and a hardy fighter. And perhaps belonged in their ranks after all.

 

[Synaria]

"Umm, I'm not so sure . . . Oh, stories! Wait, I mean, I don't think that's a good idea . . ." Kylista's words fell off quietly as she realized she wouldn't be heard. Perhaps things would be all right. That thought didn't last long. Almost from the get go, the two most physically imposing people in the vicinity were at each other's throats, spitting out insults and challenges with fervor. Impa burst once more back into the dining hall, shouting at the two, but they paid her no heed.


The goron took a stance, the darknut dropped his axe, and before anything more could be done or said, they entered into a tussle she was sure would end up bringing the entire keep down around them if it continued long enough. Kylista watched on from afar and frowned. No one, other than Impa and her shouting, took action. Even the overly large Twili stood by and he was likely the closest one to them physically, though that wasn't saying much. Large for a twili, average for a hylian, and twig-ish for a goron or a dark knut. The odds were not in his favor if he chose to engage. The others were rather hopelessly outclassed by both opponents as well.


Arriving nearby, but still maintaining a rather safe distance (she was possibly the most fragile one here, after all, that or the rito). She had no desire to get caught in the crossfire between two, possibly soon to be three, hate filled persons. She considered forcing them apart with magic, but to do so without giving either an advantage and possibly leading to an even worse situation, she'd have to propel them back at the same moment. To do that with enough force to matter, it would likely send several of the others at least off their feet at best. Still, she felt she needed to do something. "If you don't stop, there will be no desserts for either of you!" Ohh, what a threat. She'd seen it real in the most unruly children in all the land. She was sure it would work here.

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

“Tell me, Amice of the Sheikah, what causes such a feud?”


Startled at the sound of the voice, Amice unsheathed her blades, but relaxed slightly upon realizing who it was. It was Zael. Damn Twilis and their ninja skills.


She gave him a quick glance before her gaze returned to the Goron and Darknut and their current fight, wondering absently why no one including herself was interfering. “Bad blood.” She said simply in reply, repeating what Impa had said earlier. “That Darknut and all his kind, as well as the Gerudo and Lizalfos of this land, once worked for that bastard Ganondorf. They were hired mercenaries, known for their strength and brutality, and were easily able to take down several normal men before they were at last defeated.” She explained. “The Gorons and other races weren’t spared of course either, which is probably one of the reasons Trex is fighting our little “friend” over there.” She shook her head and then continued, saying, “Link, of course, was able to take down dozens of them when he was alive…Or at least, that’s what the rumors say.” And the books I’ve read. Realizing she was getting slightly off topic, she sighed. “At any rate, despite the fact that the Darknuts are basically on our side now, years of fighting make trust difficult I wager. Chief Impa is a prime example.”


At that moment, the female Twili , who had apparently left the mess hall, suddenly yelled, "If you don't stop, there will be no desserts for either of you!"


Amice couldn't help but roll her eyes. The girl seemed like she was short a few marbles, but even so the red head understood what she was getting at. Tired of people just standing there, especially Impa, the Shiekiah decided to take matters into her own hands.


"Hey you boneheads!" She said, using her shadow magic to appear between the fighters. "Do us all a favor and calm the fuck down!"


@Soulmuse and everyone else?

 

[Soulmuse]

Zael listened intently to Amice's words, drinking in the knowledge presented to him. The idea that Link could kill dozens of those armoured monsters, on his own? It was almost inconceivable, especially when Link wasn't known to be able to cast magic, which seemed like the best way to take on someone like that.


A frown twisted across his lips as he wondered why Impa would invite a being she didn't like, trust, or had the potential for infighting like was going on. Zael winced at the force of the blows. He could fully understand why no one was interfering, although he had an idea that hopefully wouldn't kill him.


"If you two don't stop, they'll be no desserts for you!" It was the other Twili. Zael snorted. What did she think they were? Children?


"Idiot girl. " Zael mumbled. He could see Amice getting ready to act, and decided to put his own plan into motion.


Gathering his magic, Zael focused on what he wanted to happen. Namely wrapping the two up in cocoons of pure shadows. It wouldn't last long, but it was something. Maybe Impa could do something by then.


"Hey you boneheads!" Amice spoke up. said. shadow magic to appear between the fighters. "Do us all a favor and calm the fuck down!" Zael's eyes widened. She used shadow magic?


Pushing the thought aside he dropped to one knee, slamming his hands into the ground, a pulse of magic racing out.


Around the Darknut and Goron the shadows rose up forming almost a shadowy hydra behind each fighter, serpentine, and swirling. Standing Zael raised a half close his hand, magic curling in. Ready to snap in the moment his fist closed.


"Step away from each other. NOW." He called out. "This pointless fighting achieves nothing. " he raised his hand, tightening his fingers slightly, bringing the shadows closer. "Or,I separate you. The choice is yours. "


He waited intently for the reply. And hoping that he would actually be able to carry out his threat.


@Flawless @Red Thunder @Aura Of Twilight et all