They rode dutifully through the sand without stopping until the clattering hooves came to a slow stop at the edge of a cliff too steep for him to climb. Link released the reins and slid off the saddle, giving his steed a gentle pat on the nose as thanks for his unfailing support. With a promise he'd be back soon, the blonde boy started climbing. It was nothing extravagant and it took him a whopping thirty seconds to reach the top, but the moment his feet touched the sand he was taking off in the direction of the hideout. Perhaps he'd marveled at the Yiga's choice of decoration for their 'hideout' once upon a time, but he didn't even give himself the option now. He kept his eyes focused dead ahead until the main entrance crept into view.
Two foot soldiers stood outside, armed with their trusty vicious sickles, clad in their signature attire, and said nothing as the hero approached. They remained as motionless as statues as Link drew near, but he knew behind those masks, eyes were following his every move; he'd need to be quick and agile if he were to do anything. Given Zelda's current situation however, maybe it were best if he went about a diplomatic route ... she would most definitely approve of that one — but then again, this was the Yiga Clan. Their version of diplomacy was attacking with their words, while they attacked with their blades.
So he took a page from their book and tore the tri-boomerang from his back in one swift movement and whipped it at the unsuspecting foot soldiers who were just a hair of a second too late slow. The blade clashed viciously with their bodies and rendered them momentarily paralyzed, giving the boy a clear and straight shot into the hideout without those inside aware. And just as he stuck his hand out to catch the boomerang as it came back around, a sharp gust of wind slammed him back and into a slab of stone. A short gasp fell past his lips as he struggled to bounce back from the abrupt hit and find his attacker — who just so happened to be standing in the mouth of the main entrance.
Blademaster, armed with his trusty Windcleaver.
The Blademaster laughed lowly and sheathed his sword with clear amusement and pride with what he had accomplished. "Disarm yourself, hero — and do so quickly. It's rude to keep an upstanding member of our beloved royal family waiting, don't you think?"
Link choked on the very air he was taking in as he rolled away from the stone and pushed his knuckles into the sand to help himself stand. Once on his feet, he swayed unsteadily and staggered toward the entrance with a glare directed to the Blademaster. He listened, however, and shed his weapons as he walked, dropping boomerang, shield, bow, quiver, sword — everything until he was standing directly in front of the large man with the same prominent glare stuck on his features.
A gesture down the dimly lit hall, "Your Princess awaits."