Out of Hope
Chapter 6: Balrua Nights
DISCLAIMER: Refer to the disclaimer before the previous disclaimer.
A Note to James: As for the Zora, yes, but give the appearance some time. Also, I'm putting my FE story on a hiatus of sorts. I might eventually go back to it, I might reconstruct it, or I may delete it. Either way, I don't know for certain, but when I figure it out for myself, I will let you know.
Bevor stared at Ragnus. "...Aren't you tired?"
"Saving Hyrule comes first." Ragnus said.
"...You can't go saving Hyrule in a world that you don't even know without any sleep, now, can you?" Bevor asked.
"...I guess so..." Ragnus replied.
"Indeed. Now, when we get there, we should find an inn, sleep the day away... and then take the night to enjoy Balrua a little... I know Balrua has a fine night life. We could set off at dawn: Happy and Healthy! What do you say?" Bevor asked.
"...I'll get back to you on that part about the night on Balrua, but the rest of it sounds good." Ragnus yawned.
"It's a deal then." Bevor replied, as they walked into Balrua. Indeed, it was a giant city filled to the brim with various people of different races walking the streets, carrying out their daily tasks and businesses. The first thing that the two did was find the nearest inn, and go to sleep, quickly, not knowing the events that would be later unfolding...
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...10 P.M...
-Balrua inn-
"Ahh... that was a good sleep." Ragnus said, getting up with a stretch. He looked around, and saw that the other bed was empty. Only a single piece of paper was left in it.
Ragnus,
I've hit the Tavern. Off to go get me some ladiiiiiiies! OH YEAH!
-Bevor, Pimp of Time
Ragnus shook his head. He wanted to head farther north, and continue on his journey... but he might need Bevor's skills. He'd have no choice but to go to the bar. Grabbing Firagus, and putting on his armor, he left the inn, and walked into nighttime Balrua.
The city seemed ten times as big at night.
The stars lit up the dark sky, and various lights of different colors were hung up everywhere, as if it was some sort of festival. Various people of different races all roamed the streets, all in the mood to party.
...Ragnus was in no such mood. He promptly went to find Bevor. Too bad Bevor didn't exactly say which Tavern he was staying at. The city had twelve...
...Meanwhile, on a large cliff about half a mile away from Balrua...
A force of about three hundred had gathered upon the cliff. The force consisted of roughly a hundred and fifty humans who wore black armor, seventy five black bomb ombs, fifty or so Gerudo warriors, and twenty five Gorons who you could tell had a desire to break some bones and drink some blood. They all waited impatiently, at the top of the cliff... waiting for the orders of the one who led them: A figure cloaked in black. You could see a pair of serious brown eyes coming from the cloak.
Some of the soldiers where getting very antsy. They wanted to shed blood. These weren't normal beings; They all killed for the fun of it.
"...Grr... how much longer?!?" A Goron who stood around 7'2" boomed.
The cloaked figure turned around.
"...Spectra left me in charge. As her second in command, you will treat me with respect, and trust in my judgment..." The figure said, quite simply.
"...Gah! I'll listen to Spectra, but not this puny shrimp!!" The Goron bellowed, running forward, causing the ground to shake a bit. He ran forward, and brought his fist down upon the cloaked figure. All he hit was solid ground.
He then felt cold metal pressing up against his neck. "...This katana of mine can easily cut through stone, meaning I'd have no problem slicing your throat open right now." The figure said, matter-of-factly. He was now standing behind the Goron. "Choose your next move wisely."
The Goron sighed, and brought his fists down at his sides.
"Very good. Save your anger for Balrua." The figure said, sheathing his weapon. He then turned to the rest of his soldiers. "...Anyone else want to try?"
They all tensed up, and stood as straight upright as possible, not muttering a word.
"...Very good." The figure said finally. As he looked down at Balrua off in the distance, a strong gust of wind suddenly picked up.
"...soon..." He muttered to himself, so that nobody else could hear him.
...Meanwhile...
"Yeeeeeee -hic- heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwww!!" Bevor exclaimed, spinning around on his stool. He was sitting at the bar, and was actually quite drunk. Of course, he was underage, but he was a kokiri. He took advantage of that by claiming he was two hundred and seventeen. Since Kokiri never grow up, the bartender had to oblige. He was surrounded by two women who were in their mid-twenties.
"Isn't he so cute...?" One of them asked, pinching his cheeks.
"I wish I had a son as cute as that!" The other exclaimed.
Bevor looked at the two women with a glazed stare. "Heeeeeeyyyyy thar -hic- ladiess... d'wanu d- -hic- com 'nd spend -hic- the 'ite weth me at the iyn...?"
Little did he notice, but he was completely ignored.
"Aw... lookit the little guy... he thinks he's all gwon up coming to da big bad bar, isn't he?" The first woman asked the second, using baby talk that would make Bevor want to puke if he was sober.
"Yeah... but we should get going. I don't want to miss the party in town!" The second said.
"-hic- Heyyyy... don't leyve me, my two 'ittle -hic- cotton p-puffs..." Bevor said, still in his stupor. He then let out an inhumanly large belch that shook the very tavern, itself. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and stared. Even the people in the back playing pool stopped what they were doing... especially since the belch caused one of them to mess up on his shot, and he severely scraped the pool table.
"...Oh my." One of the women said, before the other promptly dragged her out of the tavern.
"Awwhhh..." Bevor sighed. "-hic-"
Suddenly, Ragnus stormed through the door of the tavern, quite angry.
"...YOU!" He yelled, approaching Bevor angrily.
Bevor turned around, a glazed look in his eyes. "Oh... -hic- hello there, buddy!"
"Do you know that I had to wander around lost in the big city, trying to find you and your horny $$ all night?!? I looked through nine taverns, almost got into several fights, actually got into two fights, and only found you because I heard your massive belch from two blocks away, and- ...you're drunk, aren't you...?"
"Wheeeeeeeeee!!! I'm sitting in a tin can... -hic- far above the- BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!" Bevor sang (and then belched), while spinning around in his chair. You could hear the pool table being scratched again, and a man in the corner cursing. "...Oh... -hic- saey sometin?" He then asked, a huge drunken grin plastered onto his face.
"..." Ragnus inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying not to lose his temper.
Suddenly, the three men who were playing pool in the corner approached Ragnus. One of them was a human of about 6'2", one was a shy guy of about 4'2", and the other was a zora of about 6'1". "Hey... you know that kid?" The human asked.
"Unfortunately... yes..." Ragnus sighed.
"Three hundred million eight hundred eighty one thousand seventy eight bottles of beer on the wall, three hundred million eight hundred eighty one thousand seventy eight bottles of beer! -Hic- Take one down -hic- pass it around... Three hundred million eight hundred eight one thousand seventy seven bottles of beer on the wall!" Bevor sang, horribly off key.
"Well, he owes us a new pool table." The Zora chimed in.
"..." The shy guy said, too inaudible to hear.
"...How does he even play pool?" Ragnus asked, motioning to the shy guy, who was barely as tall as the table.
"Not the point. Since you're an adult, and right now he's... erm... unavailable, you owe us a hundred Kyriths. Now."
Ragnus looked into the pouch of Kyriths that Selena and Graphor had given him. He only had fifty Kyriths.
"Well, you see..." Ragnus began.
"That's it, let's pulverize 'im!" The human said, drawing a saber. The zora drew a spear, and the shy guy drew a mace.
"If we must." Ragnus sighed, unsheathing Firagus.
The human and the Zora rushed forward, but a single wide swing of Firagus put a deep gash in them that also set them on fire. The human was horribly burned, while the Zora was roasted alive.
The shy guy was about to attack, when Bevor smashed a beer bottle over his head, knocking him out.
"Oops. You're safe! -hic-" Bevor groaned, looking at Kyrith drunkenly over the unconscious body of the shy guy.
"I'll... remember this..." The human said, limping out of the tavern.
Ragnus sighed, and sheathed his blade. "Come on, Bevor. We're off."
"Okie-dokie!" Bevor grinned. "Upsie-daisy!" He then exclaimed, hopping off his stool, wobbling around a little. He took one step, and then immediately fell flat on his face.
Ragnus was at a loss for words.
...Meanwhile...
"Midnight. The time's right." Let's move." The figure said, suddenly vanishing where he stood. The soldiers, who were eagerly awaiting battle, let out a war cry, and then charged down into the unsuspecting city.
...Back in the city...
Multiple bottles of wine popped open as midnight hit. "HAPPY NEW DAY!!!" The people yelled out collectively.
"To Retrasio's age of prosperity!"
"To Balrua!"
"May the good times never end!!"
Suddenly, there was an explosion at the far end of town, which caused multiple screams and panic. Everyone stopped what they were doing, as various soldiers rushed to the explosion. There was a giant hole in the wall, with dust still coming from it. The soldiers held out their spears, and awaited what to do next.
Suddenly, several Gorons rolled out of the thick wall of dust, and slammed into the wall of soldiers, breaking their weapons, running them over, and continuing. The soldiers that survived tried to fight back, but some bomb-ombs snuck up behind them and exploded themselves. The front line of Balrua soldiers was taken down within the minute.
...Meanwhile, in a street not at all that far away...
"...Did you hear that...?" Ragnus asked, the woozy Bevor leaning upon his shoulder.
Before his question was answered, several soldiers were running up the street toward them, weapons drawn, intent to kill.
Bevor's eyes suddenly grew small, in a burst of renewed energy, he got off Ragnus' shoulder.
"...I'm... BATMAN!!" He exclaimed, quite suddenly.
"..."
"Quickly, Robin! -hic- We need to defeat the evildoers to get to the bat cave!!"
"...Wh...aa...?"
"FOR CANADA!!!!" Bevor yelled, unsheathing his Katana. He then let out a very loud and scary Ingo-esque war cry, and ran into the oncoming volley of soldiers.
Ragnus shrugged. "Hey, whatever works, right...?" He muttered to himself, unsheathing Firagus. He actually noticed that Bevor was doing exceptionally well. He was holding his own against a group of about thirty.
He was about to join the fray when he suddenly felt a faint gust of wind. His keen knight's instinct told him to turn around. Doing so, he saw the cloaked figure standing behind him.
"...And you are?" Ragnus asked.
"Your killer." The robed figure said, unsheathing a katana that was blood red in color, in contrast to Firagus' fiery red.
"Very well." Ragnus said, pointing his blade at the figure. Your move.
The figure threw off his cloak. He was a sheikah who appeared to be around twenty two years old. He was sort of skinny, and 6'1" in height. He had brown eyes and hair, but the rest of his face was covered by a mask. He wore black sheikah tights all over his army, but you could tell that there was thin, yet durable armor underneath it.
"...Gladly."
End of Chapter
So, what'd you guys think? This is probably my favorite chapter so far. I intend on making the next one very good, too. Well, leave me a review, telling me what you guys think. Thanks, guys. Until next chapter...
-Biggoron