CHAPTER 3

As soon as the soldiers of Hyrule castle's city gates, a horrible sound like nails against a chalkboard came from the south. As Sage turned to the sound, he had never seen such a terrifying sight in all his life. The shaggy Wolfos with their gray fur coats, razor sharp teeth and claws, and golden hollow eyes were the first wave to come into Sage's vision. Following them, the stinking, rotting stench from the long dead skeleton soldiers of Ganon's forces: the Stalfos. Their voices sounded like hissing vipers. The swords they held were waved like a snake's body, their armor dull and rusted. Then the dog-like Moblins came into his view. Their mouths foaming for the chance to feast upon the flesh of their enemies once again. The smell from their fat and slovenly bodies reminded Sage of the hogs he had found on the farm that was in his village, five full days after they were butchered. Then, as Sage continued looking, he found the heavily armored Ironknuckles. Their armor gleamed almost to the point of blinding, decorated finely with curves, lines and swirls. In their hands the held huge double sided battle axes, polished as brightly as their armor with jewels on the hilts and caps of the axes.
"By God!" Sage said as he signed the cross on his chest. "I've ne'er seen anythin' sae-"
"Horrible?" Gaul'ramm interrupted with his oily smile on his face again. "Heh, not so confidant anymore, eh boy?"
A grunt was Sage's reply as he stared at the oncoming horde of beasts drawing nearer.
"Very well," Gaul'ramm said snidely. Then turning he yelled "Pikemen, UP!!"
The pikemen barely got to their positions before the bodies of wolfos began to slam into the long, sharpened wooden poles. Any wolfos that was smart enough to jump over the pikers, which were not all that many, were met with swords slashing away at their flesh, splattering the ground with their blood. A gurgled cry came form beside Sage. He turned around to see a soldier getting his throat torn from his body, the wolfos' teeth were stained and drippping with his blood. Seeing Sage, the wolfos started for him. It would have gotten him too, if not for a sword striking through its hide.
"Just don't stand there boy, fight!" Gaul'ramm said from his steed, his sword red from the blood of the wolfos. Sage was really starting to hate him as he watched Gaul'ramm riding into the frey.
"Hey man, don't let him get to ya," Perrin said. "He's like that to everyone, now come on we got work to do!"
The battle raged on and, at the begining, it seemed as though the soldiers of Hyrule were winning, however the constant barrage of wolfos kept the pikers occupied and already half of them had fallen from the stampede of wolfos. Sage, nearly ready to fall to his knees from exhaustion, fought on. Soon he was surrounded on all sides by a pack of moblins.
"Hahahahaha!, look at the man with the dress on!" One said gutturally.
"Ha ha! Did your mommy make that for you hun?" Another joked.
Sage held his ground, his eyes taking in the sight of the pug nosed warriors, his nose was filled with the stench coming form their slovenly bodies. Barely able to hold his blood soaked claymore any longer, Sage retoreted.. "Ye know," he began, "I'd appreciate it if ye widnae talk about me mither, or me kilt like that, ye might na like what happens."
"Oohh, no!" The first moblin said in a false terror, "I'm soooo scarred I think tha-"
The moblin never got to finish his sentence. With Sage's sword through his chest, he fell to the ground. With a scream, two other moblins; one from his righ,t another from his left, came rushing at him with spears pointed strait at Sage's heart. "Now you die, Dress-man!!" The one on the left yelled.
"Dress-man?" Sage said insutled. Then as the moblins were about to run him through, Sage leaped into the air, letting the moblins kill each other, then landing on the spears, still in the moblins hands, he jumped again and ran his claymore down into the top of another moblin in front of him. Then Sage started to spin, the moblin's limp body flew off and hit three other moblins, knocking them out cold. Then, he ran as fast as he could toward another moblin. The moblin didn't expect the attack and hastily brought up his spear. Then, as Sage was about to run into him, he slid in between the moblin's legs and before the dog warrior could even start to turn around, Sage sliced him in two from the crotch up.
Looking up from the stalfos he had just killed, Link saw what Sage had done. Seeing Sage's face, he called to Perrin over his shoulder.
"Hey Perrin, come here!"
"Yeah Link?" The tired boy said rushing over to his mentor. "What's wrong?"
"Take a look at our new friend, he's smiling!" Link said amazed. "It looks like he's actually enjoying this!"
"Everyone enjoys slaying the minions of Ganon, Link," Perrin said thoughtfully. "But it seems to me like he's having fun doing it! Like its just a game that he knows that he's going to win."
Link's stomach sank at the thought that had just crossed his mind.
Then, strangely the brutish armored beings turned around and slowly disappeared behind the hill from which they came. Link was amazed at this as he saw the remaining creatures of Ganon start to turn and run. From her perch Zelda signaled the royal archers to fire. A rain of arrows flew through the skies striking the backs of more of the fleeing monsters. If they were going to run, they'd have to pay a price.
Sage staggered over to where Link was, bent down and wiped the blood off his claymore from a fallen moblin's shirt. "I think we won." He said tiredly, pointing with his blade to the fleeing hoards in the distance.
Watching the sight of the monsters fleeing as well, Link's eyebrows furrowed, 'But for how long?' He thought as he heard a thump. Turning back, he saw that Sage had fallen to the ground unconscious.