2.8
[X] Plan: Smash the State.
-[X] Link: Charge into the golems and prioritise them.
--[X] Keep the golem's attention on you.
--[X] Your new ability is perfect for taking on groups of enemies so use it when you can damage the largest amount of golems.
---[X] use it sparingly and only against the largest concentrations; don't want to tire yourself out.
--[X] Try to destroy a golem with a claymore as soon as possible and pilfer its claymore; the longer reach will be especially useful with your new ability.
-[X] Zelda: Arrow Support.
--[X] Keep your distance; if they start getting into melee range disengage to a further distance and keep firing.
--[X] Prioritise killing the Officers.
"ATTACK!"
Several of the golems lower their spears and charge forward, a wave of death surging forward to meet you. Mipha dives under the spears, a red blur moving so close to the ground she's practically crawling before she thrusts upwards, silver blade impaling a golem from chin to crown. Black-purple goo spills out, evaporating only moments after it splatters onto the ground. Mipha seems to wince slightly as droplets spill onto her hands before she twists her sword and swings her arm, sending the golem flying into its comrade. The Golem bursts apart in a spray of goo, empty armour pieces falling to the ground. She twists, catching a sword-swing with her dagger and pulling it downwards as she brings her own blade up and then down onto the Golems neck, rending through its chest armour with another spray of black goo.
She pirouettes, parrying a swing of a mace with her sword while catching another blade with her dagger. You meanwhile just stood there, feeling something leave you and enter your sword. A few of the golems stumbled and fell to the ground with a clatter of metal as arrows sprouted from their eye-holes but the tide was coming towards you, an unstoppable wave.
"MOVE!" Mipha yells, the momentary distraction letting the blades she was holding back inch ever closer to her form.
Just as the spears close in though you move, swinging your shield upwards to knock it upwards and surge forward, shield sliding along the shaft of the spear as you close in on its owner.
Then you swing your blade.
Green light flashes for a moment before the chests of those golems nearest to you explode open, ichor splattering against you and to your unwanted surprise actually burning quite a bit when it hits your bare flesh before it evaporates.
Everything seems to stop for a moment, Mipha was staring at you with wide eyes, Zelda looked relieved and the officers?
"W-what?!"
"With a single swing-!!"
"Magic?!"
Looking around at the evaporating bodies of those golems you had slain you can't help but feel a smile touching your lips, you could get used to this new power.
Everything starts to move again, the chaos of battle returning with a fury. You move forward, a green blur darting between swinging blades and spear thrusts. You pirouette to avoid a thrust from an enemies sword before smashing your Travellers shield into its face, its helmet cracking as goo spurts out before you bring your sword up to cut through its elbow and neck. Twisting slightly you meet your sword with another, parrying the blade away as you bring your shield up over your head. Several golems stumble as a blur kicks off their heads before a weight presses down on your shield and then suddenly lifts off with a gust of wind.
Several golems in front of you stumble, arrows protruding from eye slits before a scream of agony cuts through the rain. The officer who had taunted you falls to the ground, an arrow through his own helmets eye slit that he desperately claws at, his screams turning into a gurgle as he dies. Zelda comes down on top of another, an arrow in her hand she embedded downward through the man's neck into his chest. Golem's rush in, and she grabs the man's sword before it falls and thrusts it into the belly of one of the Golems. The weight she threw into it sends her and the Golem to the ground but she kicks off, wrenching the blade free to slash at another golem, using its falling body as a stepping stone to run up and then leap back over the heads of the golems, sprays of black ichor erupting as she ran and slashed at whatever she could reach before she leapt back into the air, adding a rain of arrows to the storm.
Mipha was a whirling maelstrom of blades, moving through the crowd like a ballet dancer, her blades singing through through the air as they parried swords or tore through armour and whatever flesh these golems were made of. She slashed at unprotected joints, each cut if they were against normal men just deep unless to slice through an artery. She met an officer halfway through her carnage, easily slapping away a clumsy terrified swing with her sword before twisting, side-stepping the enemy entirely and almost with an afterthought stabbing her dagger deep into the back of the soldiers head before pulling it free to catch another sword swing with a spray of blood and bone.
You, meanwhile, were hacking away at any golem who came near. Your sword met others, knocking swords and spears back and biting into armour and flesh with equal abandon. One golem comes in with an overhead swing you catch with your shield, the metal biting into the wood and leather. You wrench your arm to pull the blade from its hands before driving your sword into its head. Another golem lunges with a spear, and you bite back a hiss of pain as you sidestep the spear as it digs into your side through the mail before being off wrenched free by your movement. You bring your blade down into its shoulder, goo spraying out as it cuts through the metal and whatever these things really were.
You focus on the blade as the creature underneath evaporates and the armour falls to the ground, power flowing from you into the blade, begging to be released. You step forward and then whirl, a green tornado that cleaves through all the golems surrounding you. Before they even hit the ground you run forward, stabbing your sword into the gut of one of the golems just outside the range of your attack, pulling it out to catch the swing of a mace only for your blade to shatter, fragments of metal only barely missing your eyes and leaving you clutching at a hilt and broken sword. You don't lose a beat though, pirouetting out of the way and then wrapping your arm around the golem's own. You catch your foot around its ankle and then pull on its arm, causing it to stumble into its comrades as you complete your pirouette.
A series of twangs gives you only a split second warning to bring your shield up to catch a series of bolts that finally ruin your shield, their points digging into your arm and one bolt even going straight through, embedding itself through your hand. Without even a twitch you slash the straps holding the shield to your arm and use your now free hand to grasp a spear thrust in your direction. You pull on the spear, bringing the Golem close enough to embed your broken sword in its neck and free the spear from its grasp. You spin the haft around, pivot and then drive the spear into the helmet of a claymore wielding golem that had tried to close the distance between you and it, blade raised above its head.
You rush forward, pushing its crumbling body aside as you grab the handle of the claymore, blood-covered hands closing around it. You grit your teeth and with a roar reverse the momentum of the sword and bring it up and down onto a golem, splitting it from crown to hip, the armour crumpling and shearing apart.
"He cut it in half!" An officer screams in terror.
Golems descend on you, blades and spears intent of skewering you but you don't notice, focusing all your strength onto the weapon in your hands. Your foot pivots, your body twists and with a roar and flash of green light you bring the sword up. Golems fly apart quite literally, limbs and torsos sailing through the air. You rush forward, swinging your sword to and fro, slicing through anything that stood in your way as bodies practically exploded as you cleaved through them.
"M-monster! THEY'RE MONSTERS!" A terrified voice screamed as one of the armoured figures tries to run as you race through the golems lines. You don't even notice as you slice through his torso, his bloodcurdling scream turning into a choking gurgle as the top half of his body sails overhead, splattering you with viscera and not the burning goop. Another twang and a sharp pain in your arm tell you another crossbowman had taken aim, and you turn to deal with it before something silvery slices through its neck and arrows sprout from the necks of its compatriots. Mipha explodes out of the crowd, leaps over you and then turns her landing into a slide on the slippery ground that knocks over a golem that had run at you who you promptly direct your sword into, smashing it away. She jumps to her feet as you turn to parry a blow from a mace, pressing her back up to yours.
"You fight pretty Guh-good for a Hylian, " She tells you as she catches a swing of a claymore with both her blades.
"We can compliment each other after we're through this," You reply, smashing your pommel into the faceplate of a golem before bringing your sword around to cut through its torso.
Mipha gives only a grunt in reply, deflecting a swing with her dagger before relieving the offending golem of its head. The two of you step slowly in a circle, one of you would parry a strike as the other would kill a golem that had rushed in. Your blades swinging through the air scattered rain and that mysterious black goo, lighting the rapidly darkening battlefield with sparks whenever your blades met metal, flashes that reflected across the pools of water that showed twisted reflections of the carnage you were inflicting from the ripples caused by the rain.
Whistles followed by a series of dull thuds preludes the last few golems standing around you to fall over with a crash of metal, leaving a small group surrounding the last officer who'd lost his helmet in the confusion. Even in the darkness, you can see he was completely terrified.
Mipha points her blade at the quivering officer, her face set in an expression of cold fury. "You know, " She calls out to the last officer, "My brother would offer you a chance to surrender, but slaving scum like you don't deserve his kindness! How many innocents have been in your position? How many children?! How many cries for mercy have you spat upon before inflicting cruelties on them?! Come at us vermin! Or die like a coward!"
"PROTECT MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The man screams, turning and running, scrambling in the mud to get away while leaving his golems between you and him.
"Coward it is!" Mipha says, her face splitting into a savage grin as she rushes forward, you right behind her. She ducks under a swing, slashing at the neck of a golem standing right behind it as you cleave through it. The other golems charge in with their weapons and Mipha slides between them like she was made of water, slashing at any unprotected joint her blade could reach. You on the other hand crash into them like a great tsunami, battering weapons aside and cleaving through anything that stood in your way. The last two golems fall as arrows sprout from their eyes, and both you and Mipha duck down. Something or rather someone settles on both your shoulders and then kicks off, twisting in the air and landing in front of the officer, a wave of gold settling over her shoulders as crimson eyes flash as brightly as her sword, held in a reverse grip. The officer stumbles as he comes to a stop, a cry of terror on his lips before the crimson eyed figure surges forward and his head explodes as a stolen sword cleaves through it, eyes bursting out as ribbons of brains, blood, skull mix with the golden stream following the figure who skids on the ground, hand digging into the mud to slow her down.
Mipha wastes no time, dropping her weapons and rushing forward just as the body hits the ground to start tearing at the dead officer's pouches and bags. For a moment you think she was trying to find something important until she tears open the bag and lets out a jubliant cry as she pulls out a piece of bread, which she immediately shoves into her mouth, barely chewing as she devours it with a desperation you wouldn't have expected. Actually, now that you look closer at her you can see her ribs, and her armour seemed a little loose on her.
More distressing, you can see a crossbow bolt embedded in her arm, along with stab wounds and open cuts on her arms and legs, a ragged looking wound in her side and a rather noticeable slash through the unarmoured part of her head-tail. You turn to look at Zelda, who was still where she had landed, breathing heavily and staring at the corpse with wide eyes. Her back sprouted a nasty looking slash, and one of her arms looks like it had been struck by a mace and was bleeding. Her legs also bore the telltale marks of just barely missing being impaled by spears as she leaped over them, ragged shallow going up them. Her brigandine seems to have protected her chest and vital organs, but it was torn up in places and her face was covered in blood from a nick across her forehead.
She wasn't doing anything about it though, just staring at the body.
"Hey, you okay-?" You ask, reaching for her and just then remembering the bolt through your hand. You look down, inspecting yourself. That entire arm had been torn up, and the rest of you wasn't doing any better. Your back ached where a mace had got you, your side was bleeding noticeably and you were sure you had bruises where your armour had stopped sword slashes. Two bolts were embedded in your left arm, and your face was covered in blood from the wounds your exploding sword had inflicted on you. A spear had also bitten into your leg, thankfully not hitting an artery.
"Hey, we need to get these wounds looked at, you can search them later," You say to the Zora Princess, but she waves you off.
"'Met 'e ee," She says through a mouthful of bread and jerky, "Eel 'ou in a winet."
Well, Zelda's unresponsive and the lost Zora princess was currently stuffing her face. What do you do?
[] Write-in.
-[X] Link: Charge into the golems and prioritise them.
--[X] Keep the golem's attention on you.
--[X] Your new ability is perfect for taking on groups of enemies so use it when you can damage the largest amount of golems.
---[X] use it sparingly and only against the largest concentrations; don't want to tire yourself out.
--[X] Try to destroy a golem with a claymore as soon as possible and pilfer its claymore; the longer reach will be especially useful with your new ability.
-[X] Zelda: Arrow Support.
--[X] Keep your distance; if they start getting into melee range disengage to a further distance and keep firing.
--[X] Prioritise killing the Officers.
"ATTACK!"
Several of the golems lower their spears and charge forward, a wave of death surging forward to meet you. Mipha dives under the spears, a red blur moving so close to the ground she's practically crawling before she thrusts upwards, silver blade impaling a golem from chin to crown. Black-purple goo spills out, evaporating only moments after it splatters onto the ground. Mipha seems to wince slightly as droplets spill onto her hands before she twists her sword and swings her arm, sending the golem flying into its comrade. The Golem bursts apart in a spray of goo, empty armour pieces falling to the ground. She twists, catching a sword-swing with her dagger and pulling it downwards as she brings her own blade up and then down onto the Golems neck, rending through its chest armour with another spray of black goo.
She pirouettes, parrying a swing of a mace with her sword while catching another blade with her dagger. You meanwhile just stood there, feeling something leave you and enter your sword. A few of the golems stumbled and fell to the ground with a clatter of metal as arrows sprouted from their eye-holes but the tide was coming towards you, an unstoppable wave.
"MOVE!" Mipha yells, the momentary distraction letting the blades she was holding back inch ever closer to her form.
Just as the spears close in though you move, swinging your shield upwards to knock it upwards and surge forward, shield sliding along the shaft of the spear as you close in on its owner.
Then you swing your blade.
Green light flashes for a moment before the chests of those golems nearest to you explode open, ichor splattering against you and to your unwanted surprise actually burning quite a bit when it hits your bare flesh before it evaporates.
Everything seems to stop for a moment, Mipha was staring at you with wide eyes, Zelda looked relieved and the officers?
"W-what?!"
"With a single swing-!!"
"Magic?!"
Looking around at the evaporating bodies of those golems you had slain you can't help but feel a smile touching your lips, you could get used to this new power.
Everything starts to move again, the chaos of battle returning with a fury. You move forward, a green blur darting between swinging blades and spear thrusts. You pirouette to avoid a thrust from an enemies sword before smashing your Travellers shield into its face, its helmet cracking as goo spurts out before you bring your sword up to cut through its elbow and neck. Twisting slightly you meet your sword with another, parrying the blade away as you bring your shield up over your head. Several golems stumble as a blur kicks off their heads before a weight presses down on your shield and then suddenly lifts off with a gust of wind.
Several golems in front of you stumble, arrows protruding from eye slits before a scream of agony cuts through the rain. The officer who had taunted you falls to the ground, an arrow through his own helmets eye slit that he desperately claws at, his screams turning into a gurgle as he dies. Zelda comes down on top of another, an arrow in her hand she embedded downward through the man's neck into his chest. Golem's rush in, and she grabs the man's sword before it falls and thrusts it into the belly of one of the Golems. The weight she threw into it sends her and the Golem to the ground but she kicks off, wrenching the blade free to slash at another golem, using its falling body as a stepping stone to run up and then leap back over the heads of the golems, sprays of black ichor erupting as she ran and slashed at whatever she could reach before she leapt back into the air, adding a rain of arrows to the storm.
Mipha was a whirling maelstrom of blades, moving through the crowd like a ballet dancer, her blades singing through through the air as they parried swords or tore through armour and whatever flesh these golems were made of. She slashed at unprotected joints, each cut if they were against normal men just deep unless to slice through an artery. She met an officer halfway through her carnage, easily slapping away a clumsy terrified swing with her sword before twisting, side-stepping the enemy entirely and almost with an afterthought stabbing her dagger deep into the back of the soldiers head before pulling it free to catch another sword swing with a spray of blood and bone.
You, meanwhile, were hacking away at any golem who came near. Your sword met others, knocking swords and spears back and biting into armour and flesh with equal abandon. One golem comes in with an overhead swing you catch with your shield, the metal biting into the wood and leather. You wrench your arm to pull the blade from its hands before driving your sword into its head. Another golem lunges with a spear, and you bite back a hiss of pain as you sidestep the spear as it digs into your side through the mail before being off wrenched free by your movement. You bring your blade down into its shoulder, goo spraying out as it cuts through the metal and whatever these things really were.
You focus on the blade as the creature underneath evaporates and the armour falls to the ground, power flowing from you into the blade, begging to be released. You step forward and then whirl, a green tornado that cleaves through all the golems surrounding you. Before they even hit the ground you run forward, stabbing your sword into the gut of one of the golems just outside the range of your attack, pulling it out to catch the swing of a mace only for your blade to shatter, fragments of metal only barely missing your eyes and leaving you clutching at a hilt and broken sword. You don't lose a beat though, pirouetting out of the way and then wrapping your arm around the golem's own. You catch your foot around its ankle and then pull on its arm, causing it to stumble into its comrades as you complete your pirouette.
A series of twangs gives you only a split second warning to bring your shield up to catch a series of bolts that finally ruin your shield, their points digging into your arm and one bolt even going straight through, embedding itself through your hand. Without even a twitch you slash the straps holding the shield to your arm and use your now free hand to grasp a spear thrust in your direction. You pull on the spear, bringing the Golem close enough to embed your broken sword in its neck and free the spear from its grasp. You spin the haft around, pivot and then drive the spear into the helmet of a claymore wielding golem that had tried to close the distance between you and it, blade raised above its head.
You rush forward, pushing its crumbling body aside as you grab the handle of the claymore, blood-covered hands closing around it. You grit your teeth and with a roar reverse the momentum of the sword and bring it up and down onto a golem, splitting it from crown to hip, the armour crumpling and shearing apart.
"He cut it in half!" An officer screams in terror.
Golems descend on you, blades and spears intent of skewering you but you don't notice, focusing all your strength onto the weapon in your hands. Your foot pivots, your body twists and with a roar and flash of green light you bring the sword up. Golems fly apart quite literally, limbs and torsos sailing through the air. You rush forward, swinging your sword to and fro, slicing through anything that stood in your way as bodies practically exploded as you cleaved through them.
"M-monster! THEY'RE MONSTERS!" A terrified voice screamed as one of the armoured figures tries to run as you race through the golems lines. You don't even notice as you slice through his torso, his bloodcurdling scream turning into a choking gurgle as the top half of his body sails overhead, splattering you with viscera and not the burning goop. Another twang and a sharp pain in your arm tell you another crossbowman had taken aim, and you turn to deal with it before something silvery slices through its neck and arrows sprout from the necks of its compatriots. Mipha explodes out of the crowd, leaps over you and then turns her landing into a slide on the slippery ground that knocks over a golem that had run at you who you promptly direct your sword into, smashing it away. She jumps to her feet as you turn to parry a blow from a mace, pressing her back up to yours.
"You fight pretty Guh-good for a Hylian, " She tells you as she catches a swing of a claymore with both her blades.
"We can compliment each other after we're through this," You reply, smashing your pommel into the faceplate of a golem before bringing your sword around to cut through its torso.
Mipha gives only a grunt in reply, deflecting a swing with her dagger before relieving the offending golem of its head. The two of you step slowly in a circle, one of you would parry a strike as the other would kill a golem that had rushed in. Your blades swinging through the air scattered rain and that mysterious black goo, lighting the rapidly darkening battlefield with sparks whenever your blades met metal, flashes that reflected across the pools of water that showed twisted reflections of the carnage you were inflicting from the ripples caused by the rain.
Whistles followed by a series of dull thuds preludes the last few golems standing around you to fall over with a crash of metal, leaving a small group surrounding the last officer who'd lost his helmet in the confusion. Even in the darkness, you can see he was completely terrified.
Mipha points her blade at the quivering officer, her face set in an expression of cold fury. "You know, " She calls out to the last officer, "My brother would offer you a chance to surrender, but slaving scum like you don't deserve his kindness! How many innocents have been in your position? How many children?! How many cries for mercy have you spat upon before inflicting cruelties on them?! Come at us vermin! Or die like a coward!"
"PROTECT MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The man screams, turning and running, scrambling in the mud to get away while leaving his golems between you and him.
"Coward it is!" Mipha says, her face splitting into a savage grin as she rushes forward, you right behind her. She ducks under a swing, slashing at the neck of a golem standing right behind it as you cleave through it. The other golems charge in with their weapons and Mipha slides between them like she was made of water, slashing at any unprotected joint her blade could reach. You on the other hand crash into them like a great tsunami, battering weapons aside and cleaving through anything that stood in your way. The last two golems fall as arrows sprout from their eyes, and both you and Mipha duck down. Something or rather someone settles on both your shoulders and then kicks off, twisting in the air and landing in front of the officer, a wave of gold settling over her shoulders as crimson eyes flash as brightly as her sword, held in a reverse grip. The officer stumbles as he comes to a stop, a cry of terror on his lips before the crimson eyed figure surges forward and his head explodes as a stolen sword cleaves through it, eyes bursting out as ribbons of brains, blood, skull mix with the golden stream following the figure who skids on the ground, hand digging into the mud to slow her down.
Mipha wastes no time, dropping her weapons and rushing forward just as the body hits the ground to start tearing at the dead officer's pouches and bags. For a moment you think she was trying to find something important until she tears open the bag and lets out a jubliant cry as she pulls out a piece of bread, which she immediately shoves into her mouth, barely chewing as she devours it with a desperation you wouldn't have expected. Actually, now that you look closer at her you can see her ribs, and her armour seemed a little loose on her.
More distressing, you can see a crossbow bolt embedded in her arm, along with stab wounds and open cuts on her arms and legs, a ragged looking wound in her side and a rather noticeable slash through the unarmoured part of her head-tail. You turn to look at Zelda, who was still where she had landed, breathing heavily and staring at the corpse with wide eyes. Her back sprouted a nasty looking slash, and one of her arms looks like it had been struck by a mace and was bleeding. Her legs also bore the telltale marks of just barely missing being impaled by spears as she leaped over them, ragged shallow going up them. Her brigandine seems to have protected her chest and vital organs, but it was torn up in places and her face was covered in blood from a nick across her forehead.
She wasn't doing anything about it though, just staring at the body.
"Hey, you okay-?" You ask, reaching for her and just then remembering the bolt through your hand. You look down, inspecting yourself. That entire arm had been torn up, and the rest of you wasn't doing any better. Your back ached where a mace had got you, your side was bleeding noticeably and you were sure you had bruises where your armour had stopped sword slashes. Two bolts were embedded in your left arm, and your face was covered in blood from the wounds your exploding sword had inflicted on you. A spear had also bitten into your leg, thankfully not hitting an artery.
"Hey, we need to get these wounds looked at, you can search them later," You say to the Zora Princess, but she waves you off.
"'Met 'e ee," She says through a mouthful of bread and jerky, "Eel 'ou in a winet."
Well, Zelda's unresponsive and the lost Zora princess was currently stuffing her face. What do you do?
[] Write-in.
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