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Unaware of the two potential allies Giro began to make his move. As Restarok reached the mouth of the cave, cutting off the majority of the enemies he came out of hiding. He did not announce himself, but moved fast and sleek towards the Kerosh tribe.

They saw him moments before he reached them, but he did not regret it. They scattered in fear at first, then rallied against him. It was too late for the first Moblin. Already Giro had swept his blade across it's face. A squashed and purple eye lay beside it's open skull.

As they came for him Giro moved quickly and effectively. His attacks were all meant to kill in the first strike or in some way incapacitate. When the Moblins were armed enough to block Giro worked around it. The second lost a leg before it's head. He didn't stop moving as he worked. The third stabbed at him, with Giro wrapping his cloak around the weapon and dragged the Moblin close enough to break his neck. As the creature fell Giro kicked his corpse at his fellows.

Memories of the army flashed back to him. Fighting great warriors in long dead cities. Sword to sword and fist to fist. Days where even stopping to eat would get you killed by an arrow. This was not that and for a brief moment, Giro pitied them.

The fourth enemy managed to attempt to fight back. Giro's blade went forward in an uppercut and the creature was cut open from belly to brain. As he fell Giro felt a brush of magic fly past his head. He ducked down too late and the second barrage hit him, sending him flying backwards. He landed hard, but not too much so. Looking up he saw his sword flat on the ground where he had been not a moment ago.

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Ignis violently jerked his head forward as he recently waking from a brief yet peaceful sleep, from the sound of clashing weapons and hacking swords, he looking closely to the crowd of moblins, they were scattering, some were charging, and one figure stood among them, weilding a sword and one by one the moblins fell, the fighter fought, as if he danced among them. It was truly a site to see, but he had no time to watch closely to learn something, the moblins had already spotted him, quickly they began to throw their spears, with little effort, Ignis picked up his sword which portruded from the side of the tree and with one strong stroke, all the spears were harmlessly warded off, they spun then fell to the ground. Ignis then jumped from the branch, landing nimbly, his sword ready to slice apart these moblins, it was time he bloodied his blade of fire.

The first moblin charged, it's spear forward, but without much effort, Ignis simply cast aside the spear charge, revealing an opening, in which he inserted a quick and brief stab to the chest. Swinging his sword back around to his right and strong arm, he held the blade at ease, the moblin he'd recently slain, fell, and just died there, struggling for maybe a couple of seconds before laying limp, the next moblin charged, Ignis quickly spun around to his right in a full circle, slicing open the moblin's guts. He then with his instincts turned around to diagonally slash which incurred a weapons lock, but not for long, his blade began to turn into a weapon of fire, the moblin's spear began to burst into flames as the moblin backed off, and was stabbed by the flaming sword. The moblin fell, screaming and burning, the others began to back off a bit, looks like there were even more than before he came out of the trees, well it couldn't be helped, they were always quick to realise their fallen allies.

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Giro gave himself a moment to breath before getting back to his feet. He quickly became aware of three options. Stand his ground here, weaponless. Charge in in an attempt to rescue his sword while their numbers were still few. Or finally, he could head to the aid of the warrior nearby, where the enemy was proving thickest.

Seeing only three moblins by his blade Giro charged, keeping his body low and his legs working. As the first enemy made their move he dodge sideways and continued on. The second was unarmed, but brave enough to leap in Giro's direction. Giro paused, only briefly, to deliver a well practised roundhouse kick to his opponent. It practically bounced off the ground in response. Before this however, Giro was running again. The third opponent was running to get hold of Giro's blade. Giro however, was both taller and stronger. He got there first and scooped it up by the hilt with ease. The terror on the moblin's face was still evident when Giro made his swipe for it's neck in passing.

The next target was to aid this other traveller who had appeared. Reinforcements were thick now. Giro came in from the side of their advancing line while they were still charging into the fray. His speed gave him a definate advantage, as did the range of his weapon. He cut down many as they came, still running from the ones behind. Many turned in an effort to battle him, but much too late. Some few fled. It was the unfortunate nature of them to do so, so he forgave them and let them go. As he ran Giro became aware that he was getting closer and closer to the dragon. Likely he would have to make a move soon or he could end up in a rather dangerous predicament.

He slid to a halt twelve feet from the other traveller and took a few deep breaths in the brief pause they had to collect themselves. He held his blade high, pointed to the sky, with both hands grasping the hilt.

'Now, a brief question,' he began when he had gained enough breath to speak, 'If you're a friend, what's your name. If you're not then what are you?'

At this point however, the Moblins arrived.

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“First I’d ask that you not fight in the temple,” Adon looked weary, either from his physical state or from having to deal with two quarrelsome people he needed, “Second I’d ask that you both listen and listen well. Change is coming to Hyrule. Big changes. My brother happens to think it’s all bad, but I’ll tell you both that there’s a great deal of good that can come from these changes. Think about what both of you desire. Tell me. And I’ll tell you what you have to do in order to obtain it.”

He walked up as far as he could to Illumin and looked the poe strait in the eyes, “You said you want to be free of the light that curses you? Then you’ll need to enter the Temple of Light. Unfortunately, just entering the temple could destroy your darkness and end that part of you. You’ll need something that belongs to a moblin named Morpen. I can’t tell you where to find him or his item since both of those are in a set place and time. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out somehow.”

“As for you…” Adon turned to Levis and paused, “Don’t I know you? You seem very familiar.”

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Rasterok tried to block the way as best he could so that the teeming Moblins on the inside of his lair couldn’t get out, but eventually the moblins pushed him out of the way. First of the moblins out of the lair was Morpen. He looked at the amount of Moblins that these pests had managed to kill and was immediately disgusted with these failures. His people may not have been bright, but letting a few hylian’s get the better of at least eight troops showed a shear lack of skill. He’d change that very soon.

Still near Rasterok, he grabbed the dragon’s muzzle and locked eyes with his unwilling pet, “Dor re norsh.”

Morpen spoke the words that the wizard had given him to control the dragon. Rasterok’s eyes gazed over as Mropens will took over and the muzzle loosened it’s grip. As the dragon walked towards the two fighters in a murderous daze, Morpen set to the task of readying his troops.

“Rot rondo!” he shouted above the sounds of battle as he grabbed his floating spear from the air.

“Rondo!” his troops shouted in unison.

They immediately formed a two column deep line with Morpen at it’s center. As one the small army slapped the flat of their spear heads on the ground in a thunderous clap. Then the raised their spears and advanced on the heroes behind their dragon. The fore line held their spears for attack the enemies in front or to the side of them. The back line held their spears at the ready to stab or throw their spear at the targets while they were engaged with the front line. Morpen smiled as he wondered how these two would handle a tactic used by their own Hyrule army.

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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.

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A good distance away from the battle, Tesgrah had knelt in a circle of flora and fauna, inspecting the plants for magical properties. Curled around her left forefinger was a strip of thick, red leather and a silver, metal wire. The wire was a good thirteen feet in length and she had it encircled around her kneeling legs. A small arc of it extended off the bit on her finger, and she was using that to slice off plant samples.

Strands of red hair, that changed hue depending on what light hit it, grazed her forehead and nose, causing it to itch every now and then. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, moving the stray hairs out of the way. The entirety of her hair fell to her waist, and a small bit of it was tied back loosely over the rest. She dropped her samples into a pouch in her knapsack, which she then slung over her back and stood, scanning the forest with her copper colored eyes. Her ears twitched, picking up faint sounds of battle a good distance from her.

Curiosity and anticipation gripped Tesgrah, and she bolted off towards the sound of the disturbance, slowing her step as she came closer. On the way, she noticed a stray Gerudo and a young Hylian facing each other. She didn’t stop to figure out what they were doing, as they were not the sound she heard.

A short while after she passed them, the sound rang out loud in her ears and she skidded to a stop, balancing herself with a nearby tree. Peering out from behind it, she noticed two men fighting with a heavily populated tribe of moblins and an imprisoned dragon being shoved aside by their reinforcements.

She didn’t know how the two men were aligned, but she did know that the moblins were unfriendly with anyone else, so she jumped out from behind the tree and snapped up her wire, infusing it with arcane energy from the air. The metal heated quickly, and she struck out at a pair of charging moblin, the wire burning and shredding their skin. They howled in pain and jumped back, examining their new target quickly before charging again.

"Stupid creatures.” she hissed, whipping back the wire for a second strike.

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As far as Giro Moss was concerned, enough was enough and a dragon was most certainly enough.

'Seems the only choices are alive or dead,' he announced to his newest companion, 'if you prefer life I suggest you follow me.'

With that, and without looking back to see if his words had been heeded, Giro fled the scene of carnage. A strategic retreat is what he would call it. Military organisation and the firepower of a dragon were not something he was really accustomed to fighting and he had no intention of starting now, especially when trying to save the life of the thing that was trying to kill him now. Yes, he had most certainly had enough.

The military precision and his own speed were enough to virtually ensure his chances of escape, even if the dragon started firing after him. The cover of the trees eluded him only briefly before he was back underneath the foliage, dense enough to shield him from most harm. This was their home, they would not dare use magic in this close proximity to it.

He passed a red haired girl as he fled and called out to her, 'they're on the warpath, run!' Again, he did not look back to see if his words were heeded. There was not exactly much he could do at this point.

The planned direction was south. South to safety and the town of Catourel. Unfortunately this meant many more trees and even crossing a river, but safety was safety after all. When all had gone quiet and the trees had began to thin Giro stopped and waited, hoping that somebody had done the intelligent thing and decided to follow him.

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Lily watched the battle with growing horror. The two men were surrounded by moblins, and the dragon was starting to advance. Suddenly one of the men ran off, making an escape. Lily shook her head to clear it. I can't just sit here any longer, she thought, then drew her bow. Nocking an arrow to the string, she thought, time to give these moblins something else to think about. Lily then let loose the arrow. Her perfect accuracy meant that it hit her target. The moblin barely knew what happened before it crumpled to the ground. Lily let off shot after shot, killing many moblins. Finally she was out of arrows. That should leave a hole in their attack, Lily thought then took off after the man who had escaped. He's running towards the farm. If the moblins follow him there, Mother and Father could be in danger! Spurred on by this knowledge, Lily quickened her run. After a while of sprinting through the dense forest, Lily finally caught up with the man. She ran along side him, trying to get his attention.

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The cold wind whipped aross her blue scales, for she was very high up. She scanned the land with her icy blue eyes, seeing nothing but wilderness as far as she could see with the exception of Nakaya. She began a lazy circular descent when the village came into view, she liked the cold. It reminded her of her homeland, so far away. This land of new Hyrule reminded her of the stories about old Hyrule, back before the flock of dragons she was a part of, settled on the Keta mountains. Her father remembered the watery time, when they had been foced to settle on the highest peaks, still poking above the water. Now that the water has receded, the tops of the mountains had become cold, like it was high in the sky. The sound of combat brought her out of her memories and made her ears perk up, 'Hmm? I should investigate...' She gave a few great flaps of her powerful blue wings and climbed back up to her scanning altitude. She looked down at the base of a mountain, if the rock had the right to be called one and stared hard. She saw moblins scurrying around near a cave, in a forest a few people were running back towards the village, 'Could these moblins be what had killed Brom?!' Starfire thought angrily.

She had missed the dragon, whom she wasn't able to see due to his green scales against the green grass and slightly covered by green trees. She dove like a blue dart toward the village, not caring if he moblin's noticed her, good, infact if they had. They would know that their deaths were that much closer. She landed near a farm, flapping her wings heavily and landing on a gravelly road. She stood in a defensive stance, with her wings outstretched, ready to face a moblin onslaught. She then realized she had forgotten to go to the outpost to get her armor. She snorted and reassured herself, 'I do not need it right now, moblins are no match for me.' She knew that if too many came she may be forced to flee, if they had an archer force.

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Levis' eyebrows raised at the Poe's words and actions.

He leaned backwards slightly and gave no expression towards the creature.

"Its not your appearance fool that made me ask, but when one covered in darkness comes to a place such as this I am forced to ask."

He strode past the creature, the insane power within him resonating at the hint of a fight. He grabbed ahold of the great wooden doors to the Chapel and pulled them open. He turned his head slightly in the direction of the creature.

"Also, don't pick a fight with someone you know little of their capabilities, bear that in mind," He spoke as he stepped into the outside, closing the door behind him.

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