Link awoke to a smart pain in his head and looked around. It was midnight and there were several figures moving away from him toward Malon. Link could see one raise a spear over Malon's head and hit her with the butt. Link could only guess that the same thing had been attempted on him, but botched.
Silently, Link reached out and grasped the hilt of his sword, which he kept underneath him as he slept. Silently he slid the gilded blade out of its scabbard. He pointed the sword and lunged with the speed and ferocity of a mad viper.
His sword met slight resistance and then slid in to pierce scaly flesh beneath the creature's armor. He had stabbed so hard the he had cleaved straight through a thick leather breastplate. A small noise erupted from the creatures throat, the last it would ever utter. Link would know that sound anywhere.
Lizalfos.
The other 5 lizard-men in the raiding party turned, ready to combat the nightstalker that had felled their comrade. Four of them were armed with long, metal-tipped spears. The largest, obviously the leader, wielded a broad sword with a range about 1.5 times that of Link's. Never had he faced Lizalfos this large.
Now that he knew his foe, a battle rage built in Link. Blood rushed to his eyes so that they looked an angry red. His muscles tensed.
With an ease born of practice, he quickly dispatched two of the spear-bearing lizards. Then he jumped back with plenty of space to dodge the lance stabs the remaining two aimed at him.
Without a moment's hesitation, one of the two lunged its spear at Link's heart from point-blank range.
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It was a wonderful sensation for Majora, inhabiting the body of a professional con-man. Majora's sheer power matched with the man's intelligence and street-smarts would make the wizard invincible.
Majora was walking in a path of destruction, the wake of the tree that he had animated and sent with all speed to the castle. That would be where Link would be. Majora had glimpsed that, too. The mask knew more about Link than even the boy knew. He knew about the boy's parents, the boy's youth, and, best of all, the boy's sister.
He knew all about her. How she could see prophecy, how beautiful she was. He even knew the intimate details about her, such as the exact pattern of her voice and the length of her ears(exactly 3.62 inches). He knew about them both. He knew the boy's past, and he would be the boy's future.
The puppet man was going to be just a puppet of Majora, and thus Majora killed the man's precious psyche. He would now me Arojam, the living mirror of the ancient lord Majora.
Majora continued to follow the path of destruction, laughing at the destruction that he would wreak which would make his tree monster look like a tame hound.
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At that time, the tree and a tame hound were the farthest living things from each other in their mannerisms. The tree was purposefully moving toward the nearest source of meat, Nabooru, whose tent was right next to the wall that had been demolished.
The gerudo ran at the tree with her twin scimitars held ready to hack. She jumped 6 feet in the air over one of the tree's swinging branches and executed a perfect 360 degree flip. She landed just inside the reach of the tree's "arms." She quickly jumped over another swinging tendril and lunged at the tree's trunk in midair...
When she was hit hard in the stomach by a savage blow from a branch as wide as one of her own muscular arms. The force of impact sent her flying 30 feet to the other side of the arena, where she sat, winded. The gerudo champion had been dispatched like a small fly.
And the tree was still moving. It wanted to swat some more insects.
Silently, Link reached out and grasped the hilt of his sword, which he kept underneath him as he slept. Silently he slid the gilded blade out of its scabbard. He pointed the sword and lunged with the speed and ferocity of a mad viper.
His sword met slight resistance and then slid in to pierce scaly flesh beneath the creature's armor. He had stabbed so hard the he had cleaved straight through a thick leather breastplate. A small noise erupted from the creatures throat, the last it would ever utter. Link would know that sound anywhere.
Lizalfos.
The other 5 lizard-men in the raiding party turned, ready to combat the nightstalker that had felled their comrade. Four of them were armed with long, metal-tipped spears. The largest, obviously the leader, wielded a broad sword with a range about 1.5 times that of Link's. Never had he faced Lizalfos this large.
Now that he knew his foe, a battle rage built in Link. Blood rushed to his eyes so that they looked an angry red. His muscles tensed.
With an ease born of practice, he quickly dispatched two of the spear-bearing lizards. Then he jumped back with plenty of space to dodge the lance stabs the remaining two aimed at him.
Without a moment's hesitation, one of the two lunged its spear at Link's heart from point-blank range.
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It was a wonderful sensation for Majora, inhabiting the body of a professional con-man. Majora's sheer power matched with the man's intelligence and street-smarts would make the wizard invincible.
Majora was walking in a path of destruction, the wake of the tree that he had animated and sent with all speed to the castle. That would be where Link would be. Majora had glimpsed that, too. The mask knew more about Link than even the boy knew. He knew about the boy's parents, the boy's youth, and, best of all, the boy's sister.
He knew all about her. How she could see prophecy, how beautiful she was. He even knew the intimate details about her, such as the exact pattern of her voice and the length of her ears(exactly 3.62 inches). He knew about them both. He knew the boy's past, and he would be the boy's future.
The puppet man was going to be just a puppet of Majora, and thus Majora killed the man's precious psyche. He would now me Arojam, the living mirror of the ancient lord Majora.
Majora continued to follow the path of destruction, laughing at the destruction that he would wreak which would make his tree monster look like a tame hound.
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At that time, the tree and a tame hound were the farthest living things from each other in their mannerisms. The tree was purposefully moving toward the nearest source of meat, Nabooru, whose tent was right next to the wall that had been demolished.
The gerudo ran at the tree with her twin scimitars held ready to hack. She jumped 6 feet in the air over one of the tree's swinging branches and executed a perfect 360 degree flip. She landed just inside the reach of the tree's "arms." She quickly jumped over another swinging tendril and lunged at the tree's trunk in midair...
When she was hit hard in the stomach by a savage blow from a branch as wide as one of her own muscular arms. The force of impact sent her flying 30 feet to the other side of the arena, where she sat, winded. The gerudo champion had been dispatched like a small fly.
And the tree was still moving. It wanted to swat some more insects.