Man's Worst Enemy Is A Dog?

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"Stuck on guard duty again, eh, Anubi?" sneered Adlez as he saw Anubi leaning against a pole, bored.

They both were.

They were also both Darknuts, as called by Ganondorf and his cohorts.

Darknuts, in case one might not know, are big, god-like creatures that stand upright on twolegs and use the broadsword as a weapon of choice. They wear heavy armor and are among the most powerful units in Ganon's army.

"Go chase a Cucco, Adlez," Anubi replied, sulky and tired of Adlez the table bully. A Darknut table consists of five Darknuts working together, but often splitting up to tackle more missions.

"Ah, you're no fun," grumbled Adlez as he stalked off.

Like most bullies, Adlez was somewhat of a pushover.

Anubi was on guard duty because one, he was rumored to be Ganondorf's least favorite Darknut and two, there was a disturbance in sector B7.

Some kid was plowing through Ganon's army in an underground refuge, destroying everything in his path.

Ganon sent no command for reinforcements, as he had little care for his army, but instead power.

He constantly sent units on missions above their level and they usually came home barely alive, if they did come home at all. Some Darknuts withstood this cruel treatment, and these brave (or foolish) Darknuts were promoted.

The order of promotion are as follows.

The lowest level is Silver, followed by Gold. Then it's Gold Caped, Red, Red Caped, Black, and the highest of all, Black Caped. Anubi didn't even dream about being a Black Caped, he was still only a Gold. Everyone else at his table was at least a Red, and the highest rank was a Black.

Meanwhile, that disturbance was causing quite a problem.

The boy had wiped out over half the troops stored in that tunnel, and several tables were openly protesting against Ganondorf's silence.

While Anubi was staring at one of the tables, whose members were busy protesting in a very defiant way, he heard an unfamiliar voice call out to him.

"Anubi."

The statement was more of a command than a greeting. It was loud and clear, so the designated turned around wanting to see who it was.

He was astounded to see the General of the High Table walking at a fast clip, with his odd gait, having lost a leg in a fight between tables once.

There were many demotions that night.

He stopped, feet away from Anubi, towering over him like only a messenger of Ganon himself could.

"The Master, Incarnate of Ganon, commonly referred to as Ganondorf, would speak with you, Anubi."

Anubi's jaw dropped.

He closed his mouth and swallowed.

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