Majora's War - Part 3


-Link, Impa-

"Link, what happened to Solitare's scars?"

Link stared at Impa for a long moment. He felt himself pale in horror, as a horrible sense fell over him that something was very wrong. He had an idea of why Impa would pose the question, but he dreaded the answer.

"What does it have to do with this?" Link evaded slightly, yet more directly going into why he dreaded answering her.

Impa paused. She knew Solitare had been ordered to be a part of Link's unit more long-term. And from the glimpses she had seen, the two teenagers were close. Link protected her in multiple ways and Solitare clung to him like a shadow. There was no easy way to answer him and she felt sorry for him a bit.

She answered, "Solitare is the one who tried to kill me."

Link closed his eyes, leaned back, and banged his head against the frame of the wall. He clenched his teeth in frustration. Despite the clear emotion running through him, all he uttered was a quiet "Din damnit."

"Link," Impa pressed. "Just last night at the feast, she was horribly scarred by fire. Now the scars are gone, and with it is a sudden change in her mind. I cannot ignore how coincidential it is the two, seemingly impossible changes to her body and mind, happened overnight. Do you know what happened?"

"Yeah," He answered.

"... And that is?"

Link sighed. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. "Din Damnit! I was just trying to help." Seeing the clear confusion in Impa's eyes, he explained further, "She was burned by demon fire. I took her to various doctors and we have tried various treatments, but nothing has helped. Normal fire is difficult to heal but demon fire, as it turns out, is impossible to heal. The best we could ever do is ease her pain. It has been a year now since the battle and she has suffered all this time. I thought..." He sighed. "I thought the myth of Fae healing was worth a try, so I asked the Fae for a favor. They gave me some water, and she bathed in it."

He left out the part that he technically put her into it, as she was drunk, but that didn't matter for Impa. It was between him and Solitare.

"You. Fool."

Link looked up and saw Impa looking back at him with a wide eyes and a clenched jaw. Her complexion paled. She pointed at him and exclaimed, "Why would you do that?! She is a Sheikah!"

He looked down and away. He felt a rock sit in his throat. "So?"

"So? Sheikah and Fae magics never mix well! How thoughtless are you?!"

"How am I supposed to know the two don't mix?!" Link demanded. He roped his arms together and leaned away, aggravated with her anger. "You and Soli are the only Sheikah I have ever known! Soli doesn't say anything about her clan, and you know OUR relationship isn't exactly open!"

Impa narrowed her eyes at him, but relented. She sighed. It was true, the boy had left an ignorant life. She had met him as a slave and his life experiences since then had been one of war. The Sheikah may know and understand the effect Fae magics have on them, but most people outside of the Sheikah wouldn't know.

She rose to her feet. "It doesn't matter..." Impa decided. "It doesn't matter if what you thought was good or bad, thoughtless and stupid or selfless and ignorant, Solitare would never have accepted the 'bath' if she had been in the right frame of mind. The mind she has now is emotional, reactive, almost crazy. If the mask is broken... then I have something to do. Solitare is leaving and I need to stop her."

Link also rose to his feet. "You're not doing it alone."

"She is my responsibility."

"And she is mine!" Link snapped. "She is a part of my unit, is my friend, and if what I did caused this, by Farore I'm going to do something about it."

Impa watched him briefly while chewing it over. His presence aggravated her. His relationship with Zelda tested her. She knew of how Link had given a mask to Zelda, and what occured because of it. She saw Link jump around and act without thought at the feast the night before. Now he had let loose the madness of a Sheikah. He kept doing things without thought despite his best intentions, and as a former Sheikah, it directly pissed her off. No Sheikah acts without careful thought. She held her tongue with him and allowed his presence in the palace solely because Zelda insisted he was a friend, even though he could destroy the princess easily. He was a snake without knowing it or perhaps caring.

All the same, he was probably the only one who could stop Solitare right now without killing her.

"Fine," Impa said. "Then gather what you need. We are leaving immediately. I will meet you in the courtyard. I have a few things to do."

"I have what I need already on me. I'll meet you there." Link nodded.

He walked past her. Watching his back, Impa narrowed her eyes at him briefly before turning away and leaving. As a Chancellor she couldn't just leave on short notice. While the area she and Link had been in was empty, it didn't take long to find servants. Impa left a message for Zelda to be notified she would be gone for a short while on sudden business. Impa went to her room, pulled a small chest out of the wall, and retrieved gear she had no intention of using again. It felt... odd having her Sheikah blade on her back hip again. It felt odd having the gloves and skin-tight soft shoes on to reduce sound. She put on a few bits of heavy leather armor, and with each piece, she felt her Sheikah mask come into place again until she looked at herself and saw dim eyes and an impassive face. Her Chancellor garments lay on the floor behind her, its colorful, bright beauty contrasting with the dark practicality of the Sheikah.

Impa had a servant prepare a horse in the courtyard. Then when she had what she needed, Impa entered the courtyard to find Link already saddled and waiting, an empty horse waiting for her, and the word that Solitare's horse was absent from the stables.

"Looks like your guess is right," Link said. "She left. The stablehand didn't see her or realize the horse was gone until it was too late."

Impa saddled her horse and turned the beast around. "She has a small head start on us. Are you ready for a ride?"

He smiled and patted his bag. A pair of hooked clasps on his horses side held the spear for him at his feet. A bag on the horse's hip looked like it had traveling supplies.

"Ready as you are. Where are we going?"

"West." Impa kicked the horse into a small start. As much as she wanted to rush out, it would not do to trample people. They would gallop at high speed once they were out of the capital.

Link scruffed up his nose. "That's really not helpful."


-Zelda-

Zelda looked down from the palace window and saw two of her favorite people leave. The servant to give her the message of Impa's departure waited patiently, albeit nervously. Zelda watched them go through the inner gates until they were out of the palace quarter, and then she thought she could see a pair of dots moving through the valley outside of the city.

"Your highness?" The servant wondered, at last.

"You may go. Looks like it will be just me for a little while." Zelda dismissed him.

The servant bowed, turned around, and opened the door to leave, only to gasp and step back in. Zelda heard a pair of heavy steps enter the room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw boney wings and a very large frame. Inside, Zelda sighed. Impa's timing couldn't have been better.

Zelda turned to behold what was a giant skeleton wrapped around a being of flesh and stone. The figure stood nine feet tall, five feet wide, and had wings of bare bone to match. Its hands were large, its feet hooved, its reach from its hunched shoulders to its knees, and claws several inches long. The being stood before her entirely naked, but also without sexual organs typically associated with men or women. The skeletal head had extended jaws with large bared teeth extending from its boney lips, its empty eye sockets had red lights peering from within, and inside its rib cage Zelda could see skin of flesh and stone attached to its bone exeskeleton.

To many it was a monster, a myth, a creature of nightmare. Zelda knew differently. Didn't mean her heart didn't beat heavily at the sight. Few had seen a dragon-bone Goron before.

"I must speak with you," The Goron said. Its voice deep and hollow, and most of all, angry. "And I will not wait! I am patient but I will not be told to wait after what you did!"

Zelda didn't like it. Even as she worked to keep the Mitagi appeased yet controlled, Qin's relationship with Majora healthy, and to recover from the brief conflict with Zhao, she found herself at odds with old allies. The Zhao-Qin truce may have given Qin a nice boone and set the stage to take control of the five-hundred war, but it also had a cost. The Qin's relationship with Gorondis had been mutually beneficial and good, yet the truce would allow Zhao to focus its full attention on Gorondis. They would see the Zhao-Qin truce as a deep betrayal.

"I figured as much," Zelda commented. "I apologize for putting you off, but today has been busy and we are few. Already my favored Chancellor is gone and the other has returned to his estate for the week, but now I have time to talk and I am sure we can work something out."


-Shi Ketsu-

-Kanyou, Capital of Qin-

Shi Ketsu, so far as ministers went, was an unusual one. He did not have much land to govern after his father's rebellion had it all taken away. He had no place among the relations between cities nor any responsibility in any large projects. He had no family to raise or house to lead, not since his siblings had commited suicide in the shame of their father's failure. Anyone who knows his name would scratch their head and wonder why the palace would ever give a Ketsu a chance, rather than execute him and one might question it further were they to know what he did in his regular days.

Shi rose in the morning, took a deep breath, salivated on the smell of fresh bread, and left his measly home to go to market. He was a minister, but he was also a Ketsu. No one would from the royal district would offer him room for lodging. His clothes were common and his cleanliness had become dirty, except when he enters the palace grounds. He always makes sure to wash thuroughly before entering. His neighbors eyed him with distrust. One kind of thief watched from the shadows holding a knife while the other kind watched from the daylight holding a balance scale. Guards watched him warily and the children mocked him in song singing, 'The Ketsu! The Ketsu! Watch out! He'll get you!'

Still, it was all something he accepted. The looks were nothing new and the mocking was immature. He had endured the ridicule and ever-ready fists of his father. He had accepting his brothers scoffing. Family has a way of getting under one's skin, so if the masses thought they could do worse, they would learn differently. It was something Shi had in mind this bright morning as he walked the streets. Family.

Princess Zelda had told him her tale of being rescued and what she endured, and he couldn't help but marvel at it. To a degree, he could empathize. He knew what it was like to be at odds with family. Family is the greatest shadow.

He entered the market and went about his day. Much of his time was spent simply listening. People talked and gave their opinions openly when they thought it had no weight or consequence. The market of Kanyou was the largest in all of Qin, as being at the center of the nation and the only pass from east to west going through here. Here he could hear the words of men from all corners of Qin.

"I'll take five hundred logs of wood! The Qin-Gerudo wall is in need of repair since the conflict between them desert rats and the Dragon Knight! I'm good for it. I have a note from Chancellor Ryu!"

"This smells nice! We have nothing like this in the north, not since Zhao burned the farms. The crops won't grow for another season. You know-"

"Yeah, but the princess's Fae folk have been helping restore farms in the west. If you can't feed your family there, why don't you try heading west with the rest of the farmers?"

"Fae? Bah! They just a myth. Its just statues. Its all illusions and crafts done by that Ice Witch."

"I don't know. She isn't half bad. Things have gone better than expected of late."

"I don't like the sound of the melon... are you sure it's ripe?"

"Seventy rupees?! Are you serious!"

"I lost half my caravan to monsters in the west! Gotta make up for the losses!"

"You think the princess will like it?"

Shi Ketsu blinked in surprise. Why would anyone be interested in the princess' opinion? What's more, the voice sounded familiar. He stepped out of the alcove on the edge of the crowd and entered into its flow toward the voice. He came upon a girl peering at an array of art pieces. The art mostly depcted things like mountains, valleys, distant oceans, and even cityscape, but a few depicted people and crowds. Next to the girl was a man in robes of nobility with a sword on his waist.

"I don't know, you would know her better than me." The man replied to her.

"Yeah, but its just... I don't know. She has never taken me as the type to appreciate beauty."

Ah, now he recognized her. Sarah, the princess's favored concubine. "There are many kinds of beauty as much as there many kinds of art, though." Shi cut in.

Sarah turned on the spot and regarded him. "Like what?"

"There is poetry, for instance." Shi offered. "The High Princess is an avid reader and would undoubtedly have an appreciation for it. Or perhaps an amusing tale?"

She gaped briefly and her eyes lit up, "You sound like you know her too!"

"I should hope I know her at least enough to know she has read everything put before her." Shi chuckled. "I work for the palace, after all."

Sarah stared at him. After a long pause, she just continued to stare. Shi's smile fell. "You don't remember?"

Is it good or bad she doesn't remember him? On one hand she didn't stand in hostility against him, but at the same time, she didn't remember him...

"I'm sorry, shit..."

Shi breathed in. Okay, this was new. "No, it's Shi."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "No! I mean-... You're Shi!? I'm sorry I don't mean you're shit! Or you're named shit! Just shit! I mean..." Sarah recoiled in on herself a bit. She had messed up.

The man with her shook his head shamefully. "Blasted brat..." He regarded the other man. "You are Shi? Shi Ketsu?"

"That's right."

"What are you doing outside the palace at this hour?"

It was a fair question, but was one filled with disgusted judgement. Clearly he knew who Ketsu was. Shi belonged either here listening to rumors or at the palace working. This was not a day to be at the palace. Zelda was in negotiation with the Goron ambassadors and the last thing the palace needed was a shameful family present.

"The princess is not in need of my services at this hour," Shi chose. "Who are you? Her father?"

"I am her handler. Sarah is in the service of the Royal Harem, and so is under its protection. You may know me as Tuoniao Ki."

Tuoniao put a hand on his sword and eyed Shi threateningly. Shi had done nothing to warrant his hostility, but stepped back all the same. Unfortunately it was not the first, nor would it be the last time, he would be threatened. Sarah watched the two worriedly, grew defiant, and smacked Tuoniao on the shoulder.

"Tuoniao! Behave! He's a friend!"

"He's a Ketsu." "You didn't even remember me." The two men said at once.

"And that don't matter!" She insisted. She stepped forward, grabbed Shi's arm, and guided him down the market. Her voice brooked no argument. "Let's go shopping!"

The men sighed in resignation for similar annoyance but different reasons.

They went on for the market hours browsing the shops. Sarah found things she liked and things Zelda might like, and bought a lot of things other people might like. The men bought nothing and did their best to pretend the other wasn't there. When shopping was over, the men found themselves becoming mules carrying it all through the city towards a lower district.

As soon as their feet entered the lesser district, Tuoniao became visibly tenser. Shi wondered, "What has gotten into you?"

"Wait for it..."

Sarah stopped at one house. The house was run down and large, but most of all, noisy. It sounded like a circus was inside. Sarah knocked on the door once, opened it, yelled, "I'm here!" Sarah and Tuoniao immediately stepped to the side and Shi found himself thrown to the ground as nothing short of a stampede of children and dogs plowed into him. Hands took hold of his arms and legs, picked him up, and half-carried-half-dragged him into the house. Before he knew what was happening, he was tied to a chair with a two-year-old standing in his lap pointing a ladle very threateningly at his nose.

His eyes drifted around the house briefly. More kids than he knew imaginable filled every visible space, or ran through it. Young adults nimbly navigated the insanity from one place to another, conversing with each other, greeting Sarah, and leaving. Sarah was being hugged by an older woman until her eyes seemed they would pop out. An exhausted woman, who could ONLY be the mother to this rabid insanity, moved through it all picking up brats and placing them elsewhere out of danger without having to look. The father plowed through it all, knocking anyone down in his way, as he left declaring he was late for work. A team of the brats tried to team up on Tuoniao and steal his sword. One succeeded in prying Shi's knife from his waist and throwing it into the ceiling. Dogs and cats ran amidst the legs and jumped up on furtniture to escape the grasping hands of the children. One unfortunate cat got caught by its tail and was hugged and squeezed until it, oddly enough, had the same eye-popping expression as Sarah.

Shi's attention returned to the ladle-bearing two-year-old and all he could mutter was, "What. The. Hell?"

Sarah picked up the two-year-old and set him (her?) off to wander. She winced apologetically. "Sorry, its a bit crazy when you have twenty-something siblings."

"How?"

"Long story short?" Sarah asked. Shi nodded furiously. "Father had a couple and is a widower. Mother had some from an adulterer she left. They had a few more... Yeah."

"You live here?"

"Nah, not since I entered the harem. I just come by to visit and bring food to help out."

Shi nodded. He could figure out the story easily enough. The harem paid well. Very well if you gained favor from the royal family against the competition. This many mouths to feed? People do what they can to survive.

"Where do you live?" Sarah asked. "You don't look like the others from the palace."

"You mean I look dirty?"

"Well... no. Just like you have more humble means."

Shi nodded. He shouldn't assume she was trying to insult him like everyone does. "I actually live a block from where you found me. I live in the market district."

"Much as I love... family reunions." Tuoniao said with dripping sarcasm as he pried a child off his shoulder who had climbed up his back. "We really must leave. We are on schedule to drop you off at the palace with Chancellor Impa."

"The Chancellor is currently out." Shi inserted himself.

"Oh. Well then, Chancellor Ryu-"

"Also out. He is at his estate for the week resting."

"The lesser Chancellors?"

"Sick. They had a feast of some fish with ice and got food poisoning. A few managed without the food poisoning, but good luck getting them out of the very official meeting High Princess Zelda is having with the Gorons for the rest of the day. The Goron aren't particurally pleased of late."

"Then who would I bring Sarah to?"

"Me. With the Chancellors absent, I am the next ranking minister."

Tuoniao stared at Shi. A long pause passed between them. Clearly Tuoniao didn't like him and liked having to deal with him even less. It would have been tense were it not for the atmosphere and Shi being tied up by toddlers.

Tuoniao looked at Sarah, "Sarah, Shi KETSU will be taking you to the palace with him."

"Okay!"

He then looked at Shi. "She's all yours." Shi narrowed his eyes at him. He was much higher rank than him, and the guy acted like he could treat him disrespectfully just because he was a Ketsu. Technically he could.

"That was easy..." Tuoniao whispered to himself. He turned to leave, but stopped short. "Ah, yes. Sarah, the Harem wishes for you to pass this on to the Chancellors."

He pulled a scroll from his clothes and handed it to Sarah. A number of the kids leaped to grab it, but he held it high. Sarah took the scroll and saluted him. It was haphazard as far as salutes go.

Tuoniao left. Sarah and Shi stared at the door briefly. Sarah, merely by rotating her arm, passed the scroll to Shi and dropped it onto his lap.

"That was easy." Sarah whispered.

Shi looked down at the scroll, then up at her. He counted down in his head, and just as he predicted, the children got to the scroll before he did. Sarah gaped at him. "You do realize my hands are tied behind the chair, right?!"


-Genyuu Pass-

-Matsubi-

He stood and stared from the hill overlooking the great wall of Genyuu Pass. His men gathered around him and looked down on the sight in awe as well. It was like a scene out of mythos and dreams.

It was like the land was on fire. There were so many Dragmire gathered together here, with their glowing red hair, that it was as if the land was on fire. Matsubi expected to smell smoke and feel heat if they were to near them. The mystical image was complimented by wooden centaurs walking among them. Matsubi had seen Fae a number of times, but it was still a sight to behold as the otherworldly creatures added a sacred feel.

"I've never seen so many red-heads before..." A man commented, his jaw gaping.

"They certainly look like demon-worshippers." Another said.

Matsubi winced. Inwardly he agreed. Yet it was still something he didn't want to comment on, as it wouldn't help the situation. For others to say it openly... it did not bode well.


-Western Qin-

Her eyes opened and she gasped.

Her eyes dilated in fear and pain, and the fear of more to come. She lashed out against the restraints against her, binding her down to the ground. The ropes gave to a small degree, but not enough to allow more then the smallest movement. Light blinded her and she heard nothing but her own painful, desperate screams.

Grasping out, she dug her bloody fingers in the dirt, hoping for something, anything. Physical contact hurt. Her clothes burned. Her hands found the rope and where the ropes entered the ground. She threw herself immediately into the task of pulling on them, tugging them out of the ground. The ropes would not tear, but they did come out by scant inches. The pressure holding her down lessened, and she scrambled out of the chains.

Her feet momentarily slipped on a blank mask. Dirt covered her and dried blood crusted on her. She shoved her feet into the ground, found a bit of purchase, and leaped away. Her legs gave out almost immediately and she fell onto the roots of a tree, but it was enough. She breathed in relief and closed her eyes as tears stirred. She held her arm and flinched as a spike of pain told her there was something wrong all the way at the shoulder. Her every sense screamed and all she wanted was for a moment, just a moment. A moment of peace.

As if in response to her silent prayer: nothing happened. The wind was gentle. Nothing stirred. She felt burned, but nothing more. For a moment it was like the world sat still around her.

She opened her eyes and looked down. A canopy of fallen leaves and roots lay before her. Beneath the roots of the tree was the crevice she found herself in. There was no rope fashioned by man. There was no chain and no restraints. She wasn't branded this day and the scratches on her were not from lashes of a whip. Instead there was birdsong and the rustling of leaves. There was the brushing of wind through the leaves and the swaying of thin branches. There was sudden movement of a skiddish animal leaping out from hiding away from her, not a spear being raised in ambush. There was only nature.

Snarling drew her attention and her breath escaped her. Out to the corner of her eye was movement that drew closer until it was fully in view. A large dog stepped out of the brush, its predatory eyes on her, its teeth bared. Her blood ran cold in her veins. If she ran, it would just chase her. If she didn't move, it wouldn't just ignore her, as it already clearly saw her.

Her attention snapped to a second newcomer as a voice came after the dog.

"Chi t niig olson uu, kh mini? Odoo amarkhan, t niig b al."

Out of the brush following the dog was a dark-skinned man. He wore furs and hide as clothing, and had heavy leather beneath. In his hand was a wooden spear and rattan shield and on his hip was an axe and on his back was a short bow and quiver with a few arrows.

"Dragmire? Aa, odoo ene khen be? Chi mash ikh uilj baigaa yum uu?"

She backed away slowly. The giant dog took a step forward and she froze. The man barked an order, the dog froze, and the man approached a bit more. He drove his spear down and left it behind to put a hand out slowly.

"Khervee bi t niig z vsh r khg i bol ter gomdokhg i. Sanaa b zov ... Dragmire end yuu khiij baina ve? Chi gantsaaraa yuu? Chi ingej ikh uilj baisan uu?"

The woman gulped. Seeing the man, seeing him armed, seeing the large wolf whose height reached up to the man's hip, and a general sensation that she has been in pain a very long time, left her skittish and trembling. The senseless rambling didn't help either. Was he among the men to tie her up?

She found enough voice to whisper, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

The man blinked in surprise and froze. It lasted but a moment before he relaxed and chuckled. "Ah, you yarikh Qin?"

She didn't know what 'yariikh' meant, but she was Qin. She nodded. His curiosity relaxed her by a width of a hair. It seemed he didn't know her, so he likely was not involved with whatever her situation was.

"I say uh- 'lax. Part'dner no hurt-" he motioned to the wolf. "'less I zakhialga I uh- let." So the wolf wouldn't hurt her unless he let him. That's comforting. He continued, "Wha' Dragmire here? You 'lone? How you uh- this " He motioned to her up and down.

"I don't know how I came here." She answered. "I don't even know where here is." He looked confused, so she tried again, "Where is here?"

"Here be Majora."

"Majora?!" She asked. She couldn't believe it. What was she doing to the west of Qin? Now that she was looking, a mountain was towering above her from nearby. She was no longer in the plains of Qin, but the mountains of Majora.

The man watched her process this. He was silent for a moment before the moment was interrupted by a growl, and not from the wolf. He chuckled while her face grew as red as her hair. She didn't remember the last time she ate. He motioned her forward and said, "Come. We take you to Majora. We tejeel you. uh- " He motioned to his mouth in a motion signifying eating.

She didn't move. She couldn't. She didn't want to follow him, as her instincts screamed danger despite his attempts to not spook her, but she also didn't know where to go, what direction to go in, and she felt too weak to flee anyway. She was left in a place of both wanting to flee and yet not able to, and all while being tempted to follow and deal with her hunger. Now that her stomach was having input on her decisions, she felt her body weaken by the second. Seeing her trepidation, the man approached her, and nudged her forward. It was enough to get her moving.

She didn't know how long they walked. The trek was largely uphill and difficult, and the man was patient and helpful. After a time they came to a pass overlooked by a couple mountain men and entered it. The pass expanded greatly and came to a bridge. They crossed the bridge and stopped momentarily. Her eyes widened on what she saw.

The village of Majora was massive to her and filled out the entire side of a mountain cliff, and then filled out into the valley below. Unbeknownst to her, it was expanding rapidly since its conquest of other tribes. The valley extended northward and swerved eastward towards Qin. There was found a small border between this valley and Qin's plains at a certain point where, if worked on and carved out, would allow easier access. It would take some work clearing the pass and building a border-gate, but it was a subject of great influence and debate. The Majora were surrounded by mountains and felt closed off, but of late the opportunity was growing to have proper trade through a pass larger than a few feet wide and not requiring several days of tedious, dangerous, slow trudging.

Also of note is that the construction was a joint-project between Zelda's faction and the Majora elders. Ryo had already been scouting the land and proposing a road be built, but the Majora favored Zelda since the Majora-Mitagi debate.

In the distance the Dragmire woman saw a gathering of horsemen and wolves in the valley leave at a gallop. It looked like a small war party.

The man asked around in his tongue questions, and lead her towards the valley. It was market hours and the stands were out and on display. Her mouth watered from the smell of bread and vegetables. They did not stop immediately, but entered the market as if in search.

A loud ruckus met her ears as a man was flung in the distance, and the man to lead her groaned. They had found their quarry.

They entered the growing crowd. Inside was a number of mountain men wrestling with a Dragmire. They had him outnumbered six to one, but they were the ones finding difficulty in the exchange. The Dragmire roared, threw himself at them with his hands outreached, grabbed them, and threw them like dolls. He crushed wooden tables and stands beneath them. His punches entered one's gut and he collapsed vomiting all over his own feet. A third grabbed a wooden pole and broke it on the Dragmire's back, and then whimpered as he only succeeded in provoking him. The fight continued for several minutes before the seven managed to crawl away and the Dragmire was left huffing and puffing angrily in the midst of destruction. His red hair flew wildly in the winds like fire, his eyes pierced them with ferocity as a demon, and on his hands were two sets of marks. On one hand was the golden-red triangular mark of Din, and on the other was the pentagon mark of Twilight.