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Ghirahim hid behind a tree to catch his breath. He let out a little hiss as he traced the scratches that came from the arrows of his pursuers. Their footsteps neared and Ghirahim hoped that they wouldn't find him. He figured that he would give Vladimir a distraction so he could return with the relic and everything would be ready for his return. Ghirahim mentally reminded himself that he needed to find some evidence of Midna's death before he headed back to the shadow realms even if he had to create that evidence himself.
The noble noticed that the sound of running footsteps was no longer there. He smiled as he stepped from his hiding spot. "There he is," voice called. Ghirahim quickly summoned his rapier and sliced through the arrow that flew at him. It fell harmlessly on either side of him.
He sensed a presence behind him and turned to stop the blade of a Sheikah. Ghirahim kicked the Sheikah out of the way before stopping another attack on his person. Ghirahim teleported away. Something hard made contact with his head and the noble turned to the Sheikah that had clubbed him. He rubbed his head and felt a small dripple of warm blood. The noble growled and relieved the Sheikah of his arms.
The demon lord felt another arrow lodge itself into his shoulder. I'm outnumbered. This thought sent fear through him as another Sheikah tried to strike at him. The noble back flipped away. He landed on his feet to feel cold steel slide itself across the back of his shoulders. The noble reacted quickly and a lifeless Sheikah fell to the ground. Ghirahim felt his back and looked at the red-tinted fingers of his glove. He flittered his eyes to the right and the left trying to find a way to escape.
Reaching for his magic, the noble called to the wind. The wind billowed sending the leaves of the forest flying through the air and pushing the Sheikah away. Ghirahim blinked away the blurriness of his sight. The roaring of flames brought the noble's attention to the Sheikah who had started the blaze which was now being invigorated by the wind Ghirahim called. The noble calmed the wind and sent a torrent of water to the magician. Another Sheikah somehow got past his defense and sliced the noble across his chest. Ghirahim fell back from the force and electrocuted the attacker. The little blurriness now returned and the noble knew that his magic was running low and that he had lost too much blood.
A shriek filled the air and the Sheikah turned to the source. Through his fading vision, the noble could see two figures standing side by side. One looked nothing more than pure light and the other darkness. The Sheikah shouted something that Ghirahim couldn't figure out. The surface dwellers turned their attention to the newcomers.
Both newcomers split and weaved their way through the Shiekah till they stood in front of Ghirahim. "Pretty pathetic. Don't you think," the darkness said with a scoff. The light answered with a softer voice that Ghirahim couldn't catch. "Let's finish this quickly," the shadow said with a sigh. With that comment the two split up. The noble tried to keep his eyes on both of them.
Both figures were excellent fighters, they leaped into action. The light was quick on his or her feet. The metallic flash of its blade left trails of red in the air. The figure itself used its flexibility to move in ways that seem to defy gravity itself. The shadow was very skilled using magic as well as her blade. Before long, the Sheikah were retreating with their wounded.
Ghirahim sighed and felt himself loosing consciousness. He slumped forward into the warm arms of the light. He shut his eyes.
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Midna looked at the couple in front of her. She scoffed again. "Come on, Let's leave him and go. There will be more Sheikah coming." The Twili's companion sighed.
"We're taking him with us," the woman replied stubbornly as she rearranged the noble so Midna could go the other side and both would carry him.
Midna looked down at the demon lord and turned up her nose. "He will slow us down. If we are found…"
"Then you can go ahead and I'll meet you back at the house," the other interrupted trying to hold the noble in her arms. She stumbled slightly under his weight but kept on her feet. Midna raised an eyebrow skeptically, but allowed the woman to continue.
"I'll meet you at home," Midna said with a nod to the other. The Twili left looking back once to check on her companion once. The silver-haired woman nodded to tell the Twili that she was okay. Midna turned herself to the direction of the desert and ran.
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The woman took a couple of shaky steps. She couldn't really blame Midna for leaving and she didn't want to put the younger woman in danger. She paused for a moment and set the demon lord down. The Hylian pulled the cloak off the demon's shoulders. She winced as she tore the red fabric into thin strips. She reached into her pouch and pulled out her pouch of heart fruit pulp. The silver-haired maiden spread the red goop onto the red strips of fabric and begun to bind the demon lord's wounds. She tightened the fabric as much as she dared. Once all his wounds were bound, the woman pick him up gently.
She could here shouts from afar and hurried to find a place for the two of them could hide. In the side of a nearby hill the woman could make out the faint outline of a cavern. The woman sighed in relief at the sight. She struggled to the cave and slipped through the opening.
The silver-haired woman nearly dropped the demon lord on the stone floor. She knelt there gasping for a moment. She heard some groans from the unconscious noble. "Rahzel," Ghirahim called softly. The woman couldn't help but smile.