Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jun 17, 2012 18:33:12 GMT -6
Zahrah screeched in anger as soon as Faro was out of earshot. Her assegai burst through the chest of the nearest bandit and the scimitar followed soon after, ending his life before he even felt the pain. That was why she hated superiors. They always thought themselves her betters just because of a rank. She would show them. She would kill anyone in her way on her way to the top. And if Ganondorf didn't accept her she would kill him as well. Then Hyrule would have a despotic Sand Queen of Darkness to deal with. Sand rose all around her in a giant tower, an obelisk that consumed the Gerudo and blotted out the sun. Slowly, as her anger built, the sand hardened and condensed. With a bloodcurdling war-cry, she released the obelisk. The massive structure exploded into millions of shards of glass, ripping through the hot desert air. The Separatist Gerudo dropped like flies, their bodies riddled with shards. As the remains of the obelisk slid back into the desert sands, Zahrah fell to one knee breathing heavily. Her tantrum had cleared her head, and now she reviewed her earlier thoughts. No, she wouldn't kill Ganondorf. She could never raise a hand against her dark lord. He was her only love and her only reason to live. She would protect him always, against any threat, even if he hated her for it. After a moment, she looked up to see the devastated battlefield. Among the countless bodies stood only a few survivors. A Loyalist Gerudo, Desini if she wasn't mistaken. She wondered for a moment why she was there, but then remembered the scouting party that had been sent to retrieve Ranim. Then vengeance was her motive. The ninja from before, whom Eldrin had seemed to know. A black haired girl surrounded in electricity. That had to be Iona. But what was she doing back in the desert? The other woman she knew well. A smirk spread across her face. Kaliyah. She disregarded Iona with that knowledge. The girl held no threat if her mother was in the camp. Zahrah turned her attention back to the ninja. He was an anomaly in the current situation. The only person Zahrah did not know of. She dived forward and disappeared in a giant splash of sand.
Eldrin looked up to see Faro standing near the entrance of the toppled tent. "Not broken..." He said, locking eyes with Faro, "Bloodied, but not broken," He answered, as if he had read Faro's mind. As far as Eldrin was concerned, 'broken' was an insulting term. He could not be broken, he was as wild and as free as the wind. He chuckled and sheathed his dagger. "Fancy meetin' you here... Sorry if you were looking to have another flaming contest, I'm a bit busy..."
The sand crunched under Ayishe's heavy black boots, shifting so that only a person of skill and experience could walk upon it. The wind blew her long black coat and her scarlet braid with the loose sand riding the air. Her two steel scimitars hung from her belt, mostly hidden under her coat. She observed the bodies covering the ruined camp. Razor sharp blades of glass pierced many corpses, others were killed in various gruesome fashions. "Look what you have caused, my foolish apprentice." He had forgotten his lesson. He needed to be corrected, beaten down to the basics, then re-educated. Love was forbidden. Love was a weakness. Her golden eyes scanned the battlefield for signs of the thief, but instead they fell upon a much different sight. The young Gerudo, Dashti, fleeing the black haired Solas girl. She was heading for an imposing woman. A Gerudo of legendary repute. "Kaliyah!" Ayishe muttered, her hands resting on the hilts of her scimitars.
Zahrah burst from the sand in front of Mathayus, her assegai in one hand, the scimitar in the other. She landed next to the ninja and readied herself for battle. "You enter the desert unwelcomed, and you spill Gerudo blood. What's more, you've been tracking me and Eldrin since at least the fortress... Explain yourself."
"Move aside little girl," Ayishe roared, her harsh voice splitting the air. She stood before Dashti and Kaliyah, her eyes blazing with a vindictive fury. "Your unworthy blood should not soil any blade meant for a true Gerudo!" The Blade of the Fallen Sun and the Blade of the Risen Moon rose in Ayishe's hands, crossed in an 'X'. With a sharp metallic cry, the blade separated. Ayishe took a wide stance, one blade held in front, the other held behind her. "Come, Kaliyah. Pick on someone your own size!" she prompted, beckoning Kaliyah with the scimitar closest to the other Gerudo.
Eldrin stepped over a fallen support and peered across the camp, now practically devoid of life. In the distance he spotted a cloud of dust. Horsemen (or, more likely, horsewomen) headed for the Gerudo Fortress. "Isn't that strange..."
Eldrin looked up to see Faro standing near the entrance of the toppled tent. "Not broken..." He said, locking eyes with Faro, "Bloodied, but not broken," He answered, as if he had read Faro's mind. As far as Eldrin was concerned, 'broken' was an insulting term. He could not be broken, he was as wild and as free as the wind. He chuckled and sheathed his dagger. "Fancy meetin' you here... Sorry if you were looking to have another flaming contest, I'm a bit busy..."
The sand crunched under Ayishe's heavy black boots, shifting so that only a person of skill and experience could walk upon it. The wind blew her long black coat and her scarlet braid with the loose sand riding the air. Her two steel scimitars hung from her belt, mostly hidden under her coat. She observed the bodies covering the ruined camp. Razor sharp blades of glass pierced many corpses, others were killed in various gruesome fashions. "Look what you have caused, my foolish apprentice." He had forgotten his lesson. He needed to be corrected, beaten down to the basics, then re-educated. Love was forbidden. Love was a weakness. Her golden eyes scanned the battlefield for signs of the thief, but instead they fell upon a much different sight. The young Gerudo, Dashti, fleeing the black haired Solas girl. She was heading for an imposing woman. A Gerudo of legendary repute. "Kaliyah!" Ayishe muttered, her hands resting on the hilts of her scimitars.
Zahrah burst from the sand in front of Mathayus, her assegai in one hand, the scimitar in the other. She landed next to the ninja and readied herself for battle. "You enter the desert unwelcomed, and you spill Gerudo blood. What's more, you've been tracking me and Eldrin since at least the fortress... Explain yourself."
"Move aside little girl," Ayishe roared, her harsh voice splitting the air. She stood before Dashti and Kaliyah, her eyes blazing with a vindictive fury. "Your unworthy blood should not soil any blade meant for a true Gerudo!" The Blade of the Fallen Sun and the Blade of the Risen Moon rose in Ayishe's hands, crossed in an 'X'. With a sharp metallic cry, the blade separated. Ayishe took a wide stance, one blade held in front, the other held behind her. "Come, Kaliyah. Pick on someone your own size!" she prompted, beckoning Kaliyah with the scimitar closest to the other Gerudo.
Eldrin stepped over a fallen support and peered across the camp, now practically devoid of life. In the distance he spotted a cloud of dust. Horsemen (or, more likely, horsewomen) headed for the Gerudo Fortress. "Isn't that strange..."