Before Maydolare had a chance to reply to the Hylian girl the sounds of fighting emerged from the caves of the moblins. She shook her head at first, questioning the intelligence of the 'men' that went in and startled the lugheads to begin with. Male or not, charging in to kick moblin ass would end in tragedy.
However, concern and distain over tactics left the woman's thoughts when she though of the convenient distraction that the men had provided her, and she gave a look at the small hylian in the tree.
"Whatever it was I seem to be having help," Maydolare whispered back as she sprung from the tree and slowly walked into the lair of the moblins.
After side-stepping a few of them she started to lurk in the shadows of the cave. One advantage of crawling in a cave was the lighting, or lack thereof. This lack of light would give her eyes an eerie glow as the gold flashed forth, but she could still see in the same manner as a cat's eyes.
The moblins were ruthless on the attack as a few men were inside, swords drawn and hacking away at the beasts. It would seem that she would be joining them in the fry, but if she could sneak through, taking what would fit in a small sack strapped around her for pondering missions.
In the cave she could see some of the moblin forces aiming their spears at what looked like a dragon of all things. This was getting weird, but she had a feeling that the dragon could stand up to the attacking beasts as she leaned her slender figure against a stone wall, and kept an eye out for an opportunity to venture deeper in.
|