Morpen looked at his moblins dropping to these newcomers and wondered just what so many powerful warriors were doing in one place. He’d trained his warriors to be a match for the knights of Hyrule themselves, but apparently that didn’t matter.
“Droden,” Morpen hissed and his warriors kept their formation while they backed towards the mouth of the cave.
“So you think yer so tough,” Morpen yelled, switching to the Hylian dialect, “I’ll show ya what I can do!”
Morpen summoned the power of the wind element attached to his spear and the breeze that had hung in the air until then began to gust and blow, picking up speed until a compact whirlwind formed around him. The whirlwind lifted Morpen off the ground and propelled him forward far faster than he would have been able to run, tearing apart the ground as it went. With a hint of crazed frenzy in Morpen’s eyes, his magic aided charge carried him at the goron while he ignored the other opponents for now. He knew exactly what to do if the stone man tried to ball up again.
Meanwhile, behind Starfire, Rasterok gave up on chasing the men and the woman that had run off and turned his murderous intent on Starfire. Still too far to attack her with his freed jaws, he instead let a gout of flam rip free from his throat and wash over the area she’d landed in. Rasterok wasn’t sure if he’d hit her, but in his zombie-like state he wasn’t much of a judge of anything.
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“It’s a mask,” Adon clarified, already tired of listening to the poe’s delusions of grandeur, “A very special mask from a far away land named Termina. Try it on if you can manage to wrest it from him. It will give you exactly what you need to succeed in your endeavor.”
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Strangers, waitin’, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searchin’ in the night…
Streetlights, people, livin’ just to find emotion, hiding somewhere in the night!!!
-Don’t Stop Believing by Journey
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