Note: Sorry for the long absence...
Lych took another step. He had taken too many, but he knew he had to. It was a long march from his country to this one. Sending half his forces in a giant swoop around the continent was an even longer journey. The army behind him stepped almost in total unison. Pat. Pat. Pat. The desert sand under their feet was not forgiving whatsoever. Marching on, the troops stopped. They were at the back of the Desert Colossus.
"I assume you know what you are to do, Commanders."
The officers behind him all nodded.
"Then let's not wait." Lych put his arm out straight, and snapped his fingers. An explosion was heard, and the entire army watched as Lych brought down a huge ball of fire. It flew right into the back of the Spirit Temple, blowing a huge hole right into the back of it. Pieces of sand and rock flew everywhere. Some of the men had never seen Lych's amazing magic powers and physical strength. Others, well, they knew it all too well.
"He can do THAT?" A young soldier was amazed.
"Quiet." An older soldier hushed him.
"I figured they'd be waiting for us in there...let's storm the place. MEN, LET'S GO. BE CAUTIOUS." Lych and his men begin walking forward. They drew their swords, all ready to charge. But, instead of charging, they just walked. Pat, pat, pat...across the desert sand. Walking around the now crumbling Spirit Temple, the men looked around the desert, looking for the soldiers they were supposed to be killing. Leevers were all over the place but not attacking. The rocks were all quiet, the sand unshuffled. Lych looked around and turned to another officer behind him.
"It's too quiet. They're expecting us?"
"You think so, milord?"
"I'm not ruling it out. Get the men down in the tunnel...I'll take care of this myself."
"Milord...?"
"I said, I got this. Get the men through to Hyrule now. If they bring that tunnel down..."
"GO! MOVE YOUR ASS!"
Two Gerudos were hauling ass down the tunnel system under the Haunted Wasteland. They knew what was coming and needed to warn Nabooru and Dux. Gerudo's Fortress was nothing but a giant crowd waiting to kill. The two sentries flew up the inclined ramps at the end of the tunnel and right out into the Fortress. Running through Gerudos and Dark Ones, they fought through the crowd looking for their leaders, who were casually talking over beside the Training Grounds.
"Nice place."
"Thank you. Well, I can't take the credit, it was built way before my time."
"You keep it running."
"How hard is it to keep two square miles of brick and clay pueblos functioning?"
"Try a whole mountain range of mercenaries and outlaws."
Nabooru shook her head a bit. "I guess you have a point."
"I'd love to have a nice, quiet place to settle down instead of always go, go, go..."
"It's not so quiet and relaxed here. We're theives who are home to Hyrule's equivalent of Hades."
"Ganondorf? He's small-time. Ever heard of Majora?"
"Nope."
Dux grinned. "THAT'S something to piss your pants over."
"Really?"
"I'm not one to tell horror stories, but..."
"Maybe sometime we can get together and you can."
"That sounds nice."
The two Gerudos ran up to the platform. "QUEEN! INCOMING!"
Dux grabbed one of them, and Nabooru the other. "Breathe in...out...calm down..." Nabooru had a different approach. "What the fuck do you mean, incoming?"
"THE SPIRIT TEMPLE! LYCH!" The guard wasn't going to stop hyperventilating anytime soon. Dux looked over at Nabooru. "I believe that miss is trying to say that Lych destroyed the Spirit Temple and that we better move our asses."
"Too late." Nabooru pointed down towards the now-ongoing battle down by the gates. Dux drew his two machetes, and Nabooru reached for her scimitar.
"You do know we're probably going to die, right?"
"That's the thing about war...the winner dies emotionally and the loser dies physically."
"Wow...I never thought of it that way."
Dux and Nabooru charged at two Lachian soldiers, taking them out with ease."
"I'm sort of a philosopher in my spare time..." Mid-sentence, Dux flipped a man onto his back and slashed at his throat.
"That's awesome." Nabooru ducked a swinging battle axe and stabbed a man in the stomach.
Three hours had passed. Only about a hundred Gerudos, and two hundred Dark Ones, stood still alive and able to move. There were still about seventy thousand Lachians. Lych had killed just about everyone that got in his way, even at one point killed one of his own men who was standing in the way of his sword.
"DUX! WHERE ARE YOU?" Nabooru tried to shout above the sounds of the screaming and the clashing metal. All of a sudden, she was grabbed and yanked backwards into one of the buildings.
"It's me. We gotta get the hell out of here."
"How? Run blindly into the field?"
"You wanna try for the Spirit Temple?"
"Fine, let's retreat." Nabooru jumped out of the pueblo and whistled loudly. Every single living Gerudo ran towards the sound. Dux screamed something out in a weird language. All the Dark Ones retreated as well. The entire cluster ran away from the battle out towards the field.
"I got an idea, Dux. Stop." Nabooru held back the commander and waved for everyone to cross the rope bridge. Once all the soldiers were through, Nabooru and Dux ran across. The Lachians were still a few hundred yards away, coming in strong. Once they got through, Nabooru took her scimitar and slashed one of the ropes. Dux slashed the other, seeing her plan. The bridge collapsed. The Lachian army tried to stop. A few men wound up falling down into the river below.
Lych stood looking on, his face contorted into thought.
"Milord, what are we going to do?"
"I'm thinking. I'm thinking...we need to cross this in order to get to the castle. I think...Wait a damn minute. That river leads to Lake Hylia. We're going in."
"What? Milord..."
"We're climbing down the cliff and going through via Lake Hylia. We go straight to Hyrule Castle and take it over. The Hylians are defenseless. I can feel it."
"Yes, milord."
