"Careful up ahead, another encampment lies over this ridge," Irsia shouted over her shoulder. Irsia was leading the group, followed by Link, then Pipit, with Groose bringing up the rear. The wind was blowing snow and ice down the slopes and was making it a very non-pleasurable ascent. However, the constant ambushes from groups of bokoblins and moblins was distracting them all from the harsh wind, and Link actually found the fighting refreshing; he hadn't been on a real adventure since they had landed on the surface, none like this at least. Sure enough, just as Irsia had predicted, there was another encampment over the ridge; the four of them looked down into a small vale on the mountain, and it appeared to be the last network of towers and monsters before the peak of the mountain. Link quickly assessed the ridge, and he counted four towers that would need to be taken down, and around 60 bokoblins, maybe 20 moblins, and dozens of other monsters that he was immediately relaying weaknesses about. Irsia took towards the left, as she was going to attack from the opposite side of the ridge, while Groose followed closely behind her: he was going to attack from the West side of the ridge. Pipit kissed him on the cheek before taking off to the right to take his spot on the East side of the ridge. Once they were all in place, Link made a motion with his hands, and pointed towards the towers. Simultaneously, the four warriors drew their bows and knocked an arrow. They each took their aim, and released at the four different towers. Four different bokoblins fell from their perches and the assault on the final camp had begun. As instructed, Pipit and Groose stayed where they were and provided cover while Link and Irsia descended into the vale. Link threw his bow over his shoulder as he drew his sword and shield, and he knew that Irsia was taking out her twin scimitars. Irsia had proven to be one of the finest warriors Link had ever known, and she was already plowing through a crowd of bokoblins. Link parried a swing from a stalfos and began to make work. He heard an arrow go through the head of a nearby lizalfos and Link was definitely glad to have the cover fire. Link heard a bomb go off off towards his left, which was quickly his right, and then his left again as he danced around the monsters swinging his sword in all of the unguarded areas he could find. He blocked one lizalfos with his shield, and he thrust his sword into the chest of a bokoblin, and he kicked another bokoblin in the face as he did a flip and drew his sword out of the bokoblin and landed a blow on the face of the lizalfos.
Link was sure things were going according to plan until another bomb went off and the sound of arrows to his right stopped. He heard a shout,
"I'm out of arrows! I'm coming down!" Link was thankful that it was Groose that had run out of arrows and not Pipit. Link was confident in Pipit's abilities with closed combat, but he was more confident in Groose's skills in closed combat, and Pipit was a better shot than Groose so it seemed to be an okay Plan B. Link bashed an archer in the face with his shield, and snatched the archer's quiver before plunging his sword into its abdomen. Fi hummed in his ear to warn him, and Link turned just in time to dodge a swing from a Stalmaster. Link quickly recollected himself and began the transition of parrying, dodging, and striking, but he soon found himself fighting the Stalmaster and two lizalfos, and he began to doubt his chance of success. The Stalmaster made a swing, which Link blocked with his shield, but the strength of the blow forced Link to the ground. Just as Link was sure his adventure was about to come to an end, he watched as a broad sword pierce through one lizalfos' chest, a rapier through the other, and two scimitars that decapitated the Stalmaster.
"Sorry if we interrupted, but I'd prefer if I took you home in one piece." Pipit wiped some sweat off of his brow and thrust his rapier into the ground, so that it stood on its own. Link looked around the vale; the corpses of dozens of monsters lay on the ground, strewn about across the rocks. He looked back at his friends, and quickly determined that no one was fatally injured, although Groose had blood running down his temple across his jaw and down his neck, Pipit had several cuts on his face and neck, presumably from arrows that he narrowly avoided, and Irsia had a tear in her left sleeve and the surrounding fabric was red with blood. He tried to assess himself, and realized that he had taken very few cuts, but he had been bashed around a lot by the various lizalfos, and he was sure that all of his skin would be black and blue by the end of the day. "I'm going to go collect any arrows I can find." Pipit shared a moment of eye contact with Link before going off to restock.
"If my scouts were correct," Irsia started, "this was the last encampment, and therefore the last line of defence that the Demon Usurper could muster. From here on out, there should only be one enemy left."
"You know what?" Link whispered, mostly to himself, but loud enough for them to hear. "I kind of hope its Ghirahim, because I want to take this sword and plunge it through his decrepit little heart, and watch the last amount of life fade from his twisted eyes."