Yeah, here's an update 'n stuff… XD enjoy. I guess. XD

Reic ran at him again, a staid look of insanity in his eyes as he rushed the Zora, who back flipped to evade a blade swing, and then, blocked one with his fins, shocked at how close he got the blade to him. It was literally inches from his face, and if he hadn't had put up his fin fast enough, he wouldn't be even thinking this. Reic brought a boot slamming into his side, and the Zora took the blow, and was shifted to the side, his muscles taking most of the impact, but it threw his guard off, leaving him open.

Reic swung the blade repeatedly, speedily at him, who was barely able to dodge it each time. Sheikahs weren't meant to wield long swords, but this one managed to wield it properly, rather, perfectly. "STAND STILL!" Reic roared, after 5 minutes of silent battling, throwing the Zora off balance, and he drove the blade through his stomach. Reic smiled, hitting a mortal blow, ice blue blood pouring out from within the injured Zora. Reic twisted the blade for good measure, and withdrew it from within the Zora.

"That was odd… he got faster, in that single moment… and stronger, he pierced right through my scales…" He said, clenching his stomach. Suddenly, he smiled at the group, as his hand began to glow a white-blue color, and enveloped his stomach. "Naryu's reclamation." He said, removing his hand, showing a completely healed wound. Reic frowned. "I have to kill you a second time?" He asked arrogantly, with a grin on his face. The man cracked his neck. "Yep. The name's Zoro, by the way. Don't expect to land another blow." He said, taking martial arts stance. Reic ran the tip of the blade across the glass, glazing it with blood. "I'm sure I will." He said, as he jumped at him, as the Zora launched a fist at him. Reic ducked this, and rolled right under Zoro's legs, and as he stood up, he spun, cutting into his back. "I do believe I landed a blow." He said with a grin, as Zoro charged him this time.

In the Lowest Reach…

Grimm sat there, writing up a list. Darreth tapped his foot impatiently. "What the hell are you writing?" He asked, and Grimm smiled childishly. "You'll see, just give it time." He said, and with a flourish of his obsidian quill, he finished what he was writing on the parchment. "Ta-da!" He said, making Darreth wonder if this wasn't just a strange dream, because for the Reaper, he was awfully childish and happy. Darreth looked at it. It was a list of names, with ages. The ages ranged from 12 all the way to 112. "What the hell's this?" He said, and Grimm smiled gleefully. "Souls you have to collect for me! I haven't had a day off from this duty in millennia! I wonder what I'll do…" He said, literally jumping with joy. He was bouncing around the black void of the Lowest Reach.

Darreth twitched. "Um, how do I get to these people? I don't even know how to leave this place…" He asked, and Grimm stopped bouncing. "Ah, I almost forgot about that!" He said, as he walked behind him, and placed his hands on his shoulder blades. "You have now been initiated as the first Emissary of Doom, the Reapers servant, the messenger of death." He said, and Darreth felt a surge of power rush through him, as black wings unfurled from his back. "Whoa…" He said, in awe, as he looked at his new pair of wings. Grimm sat down in his throne. "That's just the starters pack, wait til you actually finish. You get he whole deal." He said with a wink. "Consider it a reward for helping me out." Darreth grinned widely.

"Thanks! But this still doesn't answer how I get out of here…" He said, and Grimm smiled while pointing upwards. "Just go up, its that simple. But getting back here… that's a little more complicated, I'll let you figure it out." He said, and Darreth's grin crumpled. "Oh, why thank you." He said, as he began to fly upwards, but then went falling back down, and slammed into the black void of ground. Grimm frowned. "Apparently, he isn't a natural flyer…" He said with a shrug, as Darreth attempted seven times, failing each, only for the eighth to be a success. Eventually, Darreth disappeared into the darkness of the 'sky'. Grimm looked intently at the 'sky'. "I wonder if he has any idea of the fate he and his companions hold with Hyrule…" He said to himself, rapping his fingers on the arm of his throne.

Back in the plane of the living…

Another fist slammed into Reic. Apparently, his last blow angered him, and was losing. He was then hit with a jab to the face, then a left hook, a right uppercut, then was nailed with a hard left punch into the stomach, and as he kneeled over in pain, he was kneed in the face, as a boot came slamming down into his chest, repeatedly, then kicked in the chest, sent rolling to the side, blade thrown far from his beaten body. Zoro panted for air after the onslaught of blows to Reic. "Looks like I'm winning, you half-rate sheikah." He said, and he dropped his heel to his chest again, breaking his already broken ribs. He yelled in pain, blood dribbling down his face from a broken nose, one of his eyes beginning to swell, making it hard to keep open. But yet, a smirk graced his face, completely regardless of the earth shattering punches dealt to him.

"What could be a man dieing think funny?" Zoro asked. Reic grinned more. "The more you beat and destroy the body, the more the soul comes out. The closer to death a body comes to, the farther the soul radiates from the body, instead of being subdued in life. All that beating I just got…" He said, standing up, limply, his arm broken as well, leaning forward, legs buckling under the weight of his almost dead body. Zoro blinked; amazed at the fact he could stand. "What do you mean?" And Reic grinned. "I'll show you." He said, the topaz aura wrapping tightly around his body, as he used his soul to move his body. He extended his broken arm, and smiled as his blade leaped from the grass, towards him. Zoro didn't even see it coming, as it sailed by his cheek, leaving nothing but a nick. "Retribution of a Bleeding Soul." He said, as blood began to pour from the blade, the dull looking blade becoming scarily sharp, the crimson liquid pouring down it reminiscent of fire. Then, he rushed at him, with incredible speed, slamming a fist into his face, sending him flying, as he charged him for a second blow.

CLIFFY! XD Meh, I don't know what to put here… except, review, read the next chapter, and stay tuned in for the rest of the story, k? XD Tune in later, for the next chapter and crap.