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Closed To Catch A Prisoner: Prison Exterior

Discussion in 'Tantari Desert' started by Nico Rozen, Sep 29, 2016.

  1. Nico Rozen

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    Nico hadn't minced much words with Benjamin or Azyle on the way back to this place. For the most part, he was just trying to concentrate on how they were going to do this, and more importantly, how they were going to get inside. The outside of the area didn't look heavily guarded, but there were Armos statues that could come to life and stomp on people who drew too close. Of course, he wanted to concentrate on this, but the guide that was helping them through the desert on a wagon was sincerely getting on his nerves. And Ari wasn't helping in that regard, either.

    The guide's name was "Bucky the Dusty-Mouthed," and true to the name, he sounded like his mouth was full of dust or sand, causing some incoherence in his speech. In the times that he was well-understood, he was nonsensical, almost as if the sandstorms had addled his brain.

    "I met my first love in this desert. Her name was Patricia..."

    Yeah, that's nice, old man, Nico thought.

    "She's a ghost now!"

    "Wait what?" Ari listened to this man with some form of intent. "So where is she now?"

    "Right here."

    "...where?"

    "Here!" Bucky tried to swipe at Ari, but she flew away. He wasn't very fast, and in trying to reach her, he fell off the wagon. Ari laughed at him all the while. Nico just smirked.

    The Kokiri looked forward and realized they were close. "Hey, stop the wagon, we're here."

    The prison wasn't in sight. They had stopped at the base of a sandhill, and the prison was on the other side. The whole point of this was so no one would see them coming so they wouldn't get discovered or arrested on sight. They'd have to sneak up to the top of this dune, where he would tell them specifically what this place was. After that, they would find a way to get inside.

    "Right, so here's the deal," he started. "We're heading to the top of this hill, and at the base of it on the other side is the prison. I'll explain what this place is once we've ascended the hill, as well as the plan from there. Any questions?"

    Ari responded with, "Yeah, how will we--"

    A glare from Nico cut her sentence short.

    "Erm...never mind."

    "Right, let's go." And with that, he started ascending the hill.

    "Heeeeeeeeeeey," Bucky called. "What about my--" His words were cut short when Nico tossed two rupees, one blue, one yellow, at him. He caught them with ease.

    "You'll get the rest when you get us out of the desert at the right time. Fair?"

    Bucky shrugged. "Fair, I guess."

    "Alright, good." Now he was ascending the hill.
     
  2. Tiketh

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    Do you like deserts? Do you like sand, Benny? How can you stand this?

    In all honesty, he really couldn't. It hadn't been that long. They hadn't been here long at all and Tiketh was already shaking sand out of his hair and clothes, squinting against the blowing particles. Every inch of exposed skin was caked with dust and he was constantly wiping hands and sleeves across his face. His eyes watered as they attempted to clear out whatever contaminants had clouded out his vision.

    "It's disgusting,"
    he admitted, spitting sand from his mouth, "I already hate it." He tried to keep his voice low, eyes locked in a pattern moving between the guide and the Kokiri. He hadn't talked much this whole trip to anyone, talking to Take the least. He was aware Azyle and Christopher knew about the demon, but letting in everyone he would meet was just... not a very good idea.

    I'm glad you have to deal with it and I do not. You're lucky to be here, Benny. It's the one place I have no interest in wandering about.


    "Yeah? Maybe I'll grow to like it then,"
    he muttered. He could stay here for a while (despite how much he disliked it) if it was a sure fire way of keeping Take at bay.

    Your companions are fascinating though. It's a shame because I'd almost like to talk with them. Except for that guide. He is a little strange to me. Do you think we could slit his throat and watch the buzzards pick at his corpse?


    No, they kind of needed him. Tiketh left that one go unsaid, though he was a little inclined to agree that the guide was strange. He watched the man spouting about ghosts and snatching at the fairy like a crazy person. He reached too far or or something as he lost balance and fell. While Take boomed laughter, Tiketh shook his head and sighed. Lucky for them, they had arrived a moment later and could get this job started. The quicker it was done, the quicker the Hylian could go home.

    Hearing the brief explanation, Tiketh almost blurted out 'Yes question. Why did I agree to come here?' He wasn't a bad guy. At least he never thought he was. He always wanted to be a good guy and good guys did not just bust people out of prison... right? All instincts told him he should not be here. But he also didn't want to be killed... or stranded in the desert.

    Hey I have a question. Ask him if I can kill anyone who gets in my way.


    Pretty sure he already told us not to...
    "No," Tiketh said instead in both response to Take and answer to the question, "No questions here. Let's just get this over with."
     
  3. Azyle

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    Did Azyle hate the desert like it was obvious his companions did? Not so much, but he was also a bit better off. His hooded coat, while uncomfortably warm, kept the majority of his lower face covered with cloth normally used to help hide his identity. While the Sheikah did not have much of anything to say, he also had a time of just watching the landscape change from rolling plains to towering dunes.

    He was less interested with their guide, and Azyle could guess that his mind was alongside that of whatever the demon inside Tiketh thought. He really wanted to put a knife through his spine, but then how would they get back? The teen did what some would say came to his nature, he stayed out of the way. The entire trip he was the first one awake and the last asleep, even if he had to act like it at times. There was just no comfortable feeling around strangers. And granted what he caused to Tiketh he'd be surprised if the man did not hold a grudge.

    As soon as they stopped and it became apparent that they would be starting the mission Azyle scrambled out of the vehicle. Up the dune he followed, crouching down near the top. A flicker of panic widened his eyes as he started to slide back down, but when he stopped a few feet later that settled itself away as well. With no easy way to communicate, he just waited patiently for the plan to be revealed.
     
  4. Nico Rozen

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    The company Nico kept for this expedition was undoubtably strange. Despite that, the two were highly capable fighters. Random monster encounters on the road to get here proved as such. Tiketh...the guy was unassuming as hell and seemed stupid timid, but the way he fought with those curved blades? The Kokiri definitely needed to keep a record of that fighting style, as that was incredible. And Azyle was no slouch, either. The kid had some good weapons on hand, and he definitely knew how to use them well. Stupid well, in fact. If it came down to a fight between the three of them, Nico feared they might all be evenly matched, and that a fight's outcome would either determine no clear winner or end up with all three of them dead. That, however, would not happen.

    And finally, they reached the top of the hill. Below them sat a small expanse of tents, a few stone buildings, and more importantly, no lookouts. "We're here," Nico started. He turned toward his two companions and motioned them to keep low to the sands. "Ari, you explain."

    Ari popped out, but kept low to the sands to not make her light overly visible. "Alright, so this place doesn't look like much, but there's a prison underneath it. Case in point, look over there." She and Nico pointed toward a patrol walking up to one of the smaller stone structures on the outskirts and walking inside. Two minutes passed, and they never came out. "Guard patrols go in, don't come out. Further inspection showed that these tents and structures lead underground. That's where the cells are. That's where we'll find our guy."

    "One problem, though." Nico pointed toward the statues that seemed to lie around the area. There were at least a dozen of them. "Armos statues. Metal ones. Couldn't get too close because of their activation range." These things were stupid when it came to guardianship and programming, but at least they were efficient at their job. Thankfully, they had a weakness. "Supposedly this type has crystals on their backs that serve as a weak spot...or so I've been told." The information came secondhand, so there was no knowledge of whether or not this was true. "They serve to chase intruders away, based on their behavior. If we can destroy at least two of them and slip inside, then our job will be infinitely easier."

    Nico signalled to Ari, and she flew back into his hood. He then looked to his companions to reaffirm them of what it was they were doing. "To get inside, we need to destroy the statues guarding at least one of the entrances. I'll brief us from there. Sound good?" This needed to work. He knew what they were capable of, so maybe they could help him destroy the crystals on their backs. If this didn't work, then they needed to storm the inside. Of course there was no knowing exactly what was inside or how the underground structure was laid out. But they wouldn't be able to answer those questions if they didn't take care of this problem here and now.
     
  5. Tiketh

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    I'm surprised with you, Benny. You, your perfect and polite friend to everybody, doer of no wrong... here in this barren wasteland busting someone out of a prison. He's probably a killer you know. Anyone who got sent way out here to this prison could not have been here for anything as minor as... petty theft. Maybe... Oh just maybe he was a public nudist.

    "Just shut up,"
    he groaned, practically begging. This guy was nothing like that. They explained about who he was, right? Tiketh forgot. His head was so full of Take that he honestly could no longer remember why they were even here and who for. It was all so disorganized in his head and he was still wondering why he even came along and was wishing he could just go home.

    "Sorry,"
    he apologized to the Kokiri, "Not you." He was surprised at the place honestly. It looked more like a ruin than a working structure full of people. Maybe that was the point? "It's... impressive," he admitted.

    Yeah I sure would have never guessed anyone would want to come out into a hell hole like this. Oh wait, you did. When can we start killing people so we can get in there and rescue this nudist?


    Tiketh rolled his eyes. Though he was fairly certain the spirit was bored and just trying to be amusing, it wasn't exactly working. "I don't think he's a nudist..." He prayed to whatever gods may be listening for Take just to shut up for the duration of this mission. His prayers went unanswered as the demon spirit babbled on and on about something the Hylian wasn't paying attention to. He didn't need nor want to hear whatever Take had to say.

    He was too distracted anyway, watching the and listening about the many statues around the area. Armos. He'd never seen one so close before and definitely had never attacked one. Why did he have a feeling he was going to die here today? No. No! He couldn't just give up and die! He wasn't ready to die! "They won't... be a problem," he said with as much confidence as he could muster.

    So cocky. Do you really think them so easy?


    "I don't-"
    he stopped and cursed under his breath. It was still uncomfortable to him to be talking so openly to Take in front of so many strangers. Take would just have to deal with going unanswered for a while. He cleared his throat and nodded, "Yes, I've got it. Take out the Armos, get inside. Sounds like a plan."
     
  6. Azyle

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    Azyle listened to the fairy and Kokiri explain as best as he could, but admittedly missed bits and pieces of the conversation as his head felt like it was broiling next to the sand. There were issues with the hood and mask he wore after all he figured. Still, the Sheikah assumed he knew the objective for now well enough. Go down there, destroy all the statues, waltz into the prison and go from there. That didn't sound hard at all. There were only a dozen or so statues, if they poked them two at a time then it would be over pretty quickly.

    The myrmidon did miss the portion about the crystals however, and as Benjamin gave his response was already putting the partisan together. His own reply was a simple thumbs up as Azyle looked silently at the other three here. And then he got impatient. As a testament to his heritage, the Sheikah did not slide down to dune screaming, not that he could. But he defied it unknowingly in his headling manner, a cloud kicking up as he slid down the opposite side from where they were hiding. Halfway down he forced himself to stop and look up. "Are y'all coming?" His look said, no idea if anyone else could see that though.

    With a final shift in his weight, Azyle slid the rest of the way down the sand, stopping at the bottom with partisan at the ready. But nothing shifted, and only the tents made any movement. This was definitely going to be easy.
     
  7. Nico Rozen

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    Okay, now Benjamin was starting to worry him. The sad sap seemed to be having an internal conflict with himself about something, as far as Nico could see. Ari could see it, too, but she remained silent about the whole thing. Was there something wrong with him? It just seemed a little odd for someone like this to be in a situation like this one. Sure, Nico could vouch for this man's skills as a competent fighter, but with the way the man kept talking to himself as if he were actually holding a one-sided conversation, he wondered whether or not he would jeopardize the entire operation.

    And speaking of jeopardizing the operation, right after the explanation, Azyle had jumped down the dune and started sliding down it to either attack the statues or try to find a way inside...which would probably just include pulverizing the statues. "Dammit Azyle," Nico called out when the lad stopped. "Stick to the fucking plan!"

    Ari's voice resounded from his hood. "We doing this?"

    Nico sighed. "Fine, we're doing this." The whole idea of surprise he wanted to go for had been fubbernucked. Might as well just roll with the punches and see what happens.

    "Perfect," she chimed. "It's showtime!"

    Nico drew his blades and flew down the sandhill, glaring at Azyle on the way down, but ultimately ignoring him once he hit the bottom. Yet even when they were in range...nothing. Strangely, there wasn't much interaction from these statues. This was different. "Huh," he said. "Nothing."

    "Nothing?"

    "Nothing."

    "Weird."

    "Too weird." But just to test the waters, he walked up toward one of the entrances, careful to make as little noise as he possibly could. Were these things not active at this point? Could they just walk in no problem?

    Nope. The moment he stepped too close, two eyes activated and trained their sights on him, one for each Armos statue nearby. A ring of spikes protruded out of the bottom of their metal bodies and they started hopping up and down.

    "Oh shit!"

    Nico jumped out of the way as they made a straight beeline for him. From dodging the first two, he noticed the glowing red crystals on their backsides. That must have been their weak points. There was no chance to rest, however, as even more statues from the other entrances started hopping in his direction. There were twelve total, inclusive of the two he had just dodged.

    "How are you gonna get out of this one, Nico?!"

    "Give me a second!" He tried to dodge one and swing around to hit the crystal on its backside. His hit connected and the crystal cracked, but it hadn't broken. "Alright, we just hit these things." He maneuvered so he could hit it again, and it broke. Unfortunately, the Armos began spinning wildly and making a lot of noise before it eventually exploded.

    Crap, he thought. That made a lot of noise. Will we be able to kill all of these and still get inside unnoticed? There were opportunities to get in past these things at this point, but then they'd just follow them inside and alert any Gerudo that might be listening out and on their guards. Well, the only way to figure it out was to kill them all. "Alright, let's just kill them! Should work out fine!" Now it was about time to get to work on the second one.

    Meanwhile, Ari thought, Hey, this could be a competition! How many of these statues can each of these guys kill? Winner gets...well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
     
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  8. Tiketh

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    It was fairly calm and quiet, the sun beating down harshly. Tiketh wanted so desperately to run for shade and wished he had brought a hat. All he was thinking about was how positively awful it was out in the desert. He groaned and Take groaned with him. The demon wasn't liking the weather any more than the Hylian was. It was dreadful. Truly it was the worst place to be.

    While he was sitting there, lost in his own thoughts, movement caught his eye just in time to see Azyle disappear down the dune, only disturbed sand where he'd been.

    The boy has left us, Take commented obviously.

    Tiketh didn't need to hear such a comment, as it was clear the Sheikah was nowhere near. Still, he reacted with a light wave of an arm. "What the hell? Where's he off to in such a hurry?"

    Grabbing for his scythe, he hurried after before he was left behind in this wasteland. Take let out a loud bellow that rattled the Hylian's ears as he skidded through the loose sand, tumbling to the bottom of the dune.

    At first glance there was an awful lot of sand and silence and nothing beyond that. It was eerie and the Hylian did not like it. Take growled, Something is amiss here.

    He didn't need the demon's comments. Something was wrong, but he didn't want to break the silence to speak up about it. Luckily, he did not have to. Nico and the fairy did that for him. They had a moment to stop and look and then start forward. But as they did, the armored statues that guarded the place came to life and began their unnatural habit of hopping, zoning right in to the three to begin their attack.

    My my, look at that, Take mused as the little Kokiri took out one of the Armos. It spun madly, exploding into tiny bits. He's more useful than I thought. The little fella can fight quite nicely.

    "Maybe even better than you," Tiketh mused, rolling his eyes at the demon's constant criticism of the Kokiri.

    Mmmm I seriously doubt that.

    He didn't dispute. Locked inside his body, no doubt the spirit was weakened. At full strength, who knew what the beast could have been capable of or what he'd done to put him in such a state to begin with, forcing him to be a parasite off of Tiketh's own mind and body.

    Scythe drawn, Tiketh charged the Armos closest to him, ducking around behind to get at the crystal in the back. He was ever thankful for being so agile that he could dodge around them faster than they could turn to face him once more. Unfortunately, once the crystal was shattered and the spinning grew more rapid and sporadic, they were harder to avoid.

    Pieces blew everywhere and he shielded his eyes with an arm. This was going to be a tough fight already if just because it would take time and get tiring. That and if someone inside were to hear and think "Hey what's with the explosions outside?" then they would be in worse trouble than they were already.

    "Should we... lure them away somehow?"
    He asked as he attempted to scramble atop a large rock he sure hoped they could not reach.

    Lure them away and do what? Take asked back to answer him first.

    "Maybe just get them away from here where we can muffle the sounds or trap them?"

    Why not just let me take care of them?

    "Yeah... I don't think so."
     
  9. Azyle

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    It had seemed that it was a good idea to wait for the others in the end, as Azyle watched with mild amusement when the statues came to life and began attacking. If they had these then maybe there would have been no need for actual guards to moniter the rest stop. At least those were his thoughts until one of them exploded. "Nevermind." He thought as the Sheikah retracted his idea.

    Azyle did not wish to be seen as a hinderance, and joined the fray as soon as he could wrap his mind around the Armos exploding. He wanted to yell as he charged forth, scream to rally himself. Since this was not possible, he instead swung his partisan even harder into the first statue he arrived at. Metal against stone rang out amongst the heavy hopping. "Oh right. Something about a crystal." The myrmidon remembered as the first of the enemies turned its glowing eye towards him.

    The black coat floated about him as he backpedeled as quickly as possible, soft sand beneath the Sheikah's feet slowing this attempt. He needed a way to get behind it, but the Armos had him locked on and his first couple attempts were failures. At least he only had the one to worry about. Another attempt to dart around quickly lead to Azyle stumbling as a small rise in the sand caught his boot. "Screw it." He wanted to say, before leaping headlong at the Armos eith arms stretched out.

    His fleshy body struck stone with an impact that robbed Azyle of his breath. But as his hands clung to the statue features, his feet found purchas upon the spikes. If the bouncing and spinning was to go by, the Armos was confused. And taking advantage of that, Azyle waited until the statue was in an upsards motion before leaping up himself. Now he was in the air, twisting as his momentum crested and began falling. The polearm struck true to the weakness on the back of the statue, and continuing his momentum the teen hit the ground with a roll and scrambled away a second before it exploded. That was one removed. Maybe he should try something that does not make his head ache next.
     
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  10. Nico Rozen

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    "Hey Nico, how many you killed yet?"

    "Not the time, Ari," Nico called back. In the time since he had defeated one of them, he was now riding on top of another one trying to maneuver and strike the crystal on its back. However, these things were a little smarter than initially perceived. This one was wobbling and shaking, as if trying to throw him off.

    "Aw, come on! This type of thing should be no trouble for you! Why aren't you--"

    "Now now, Ari," he growled. At this point, he had just been thrown off the Armos, and he stumbled to correct his stance. There were nine Armos remaining of the twelve from before, and they were all charging in their direction. Crap, he thought. What do we do now?

    Then Benjamin had an idea. Amidst whatever ramblings he had made to himself, the man mentioned they could always lure them away to a little farther out. Well, that was an idea. "Let's try out Benjamin's idea, see how it works." Now all they had to do was see if the Armos would follow them. Turning and running wasn't much of a guarantee that they would, however. So Nico came up with an idea. He kept hopping back and forth in backwards diagonal directions every time some of the Armos would get close, and that seemed to be drawing them farther and farther away from the point they were supposed to be guarding. In this instance, even though they hopped slowly along, it was better to destroy them than leave them be, for any they left behind were more than likely to make the escape more complicated than necessary.

    Three of the nine currently still alive had followed him through these motions, so the plan had partly worked. Hopefully the others would follow suit with the idea. Ari was slightly impressed, but her motormouth would ruin the perfectly-executed strategy. "So this was your grand plan? Couldn't you have just killed them outright and been done with it?"

    "Shut up, Ari, I'm trying to concentrate!" And with that, Nico did an amazing thing. He tried to hop onto one of the Armos statues once again to try and reach the crystal on its backside once it stopped moving. Of course, it was going to wriggle and writhe to shake him off again, but this time, he was ready. At the first signs of shaking, the Kokiri bounded off the statue and headed straight for another one. This one's back was turned to him. A fatal mistake. With the combination of velocity from the hurdle and the speed of his swinging blades, one strike was enough to shatter this Armos's crystal completely. It turned to do its mad spinning motion, and exploded after a couple more seconds. Because of their relative position to the prison entrance, the explosion wasn't bound to raise any alarms.

    One more destroyed. Now for the remaining eight.
     
  11. Tiketh

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    Safely on top of a nice sizable rock, no Armos could possibly get Tiketh up there. At least that was what he hoped. They were merely statues that could not walk nor grab nor climb so far as he could tell. All they could do was hop and explode. Why were they so dangerous then? They weren't even all that fast. They were bulky and obsolete. And yet, despite that, they sure could do some damage. If one was too close when it exploded, there was very little hope they'd survive. Tiketh did not want to be blown into chunks. He quite liked being alive and in one piece.

    Surprised Tiketh was to see that his half thought of idea to lure them off was apparently a pretty okay idea. Eyebrows raised, he watched the angry Kokiri hop about with his fairy as he drew attention of the Armos.

    In his head, Take was laughing for some reason. He must have been amused at the sight, or maybe he was just rooting for someone to be blown to pieces. Tiketh knew that the spirit would not want Tiketh himself to be blow apart, but he probably wouldn't have cared if the Hylian got seriously wounded or even disfigured. All his bets were on Take not caring what his body looked like should he steal it, but only that it was full operational and with all its limbs and parts.

    Almost as if he could hear his inner thoughts, the demonic sounding voice had a few comments. Try not to get too damaged, Tikey poo. If your legs get blown off, I'm going to be extremely annoyed with you. We would not be able to fight or even walk out of here.

    He rolled his eyes and didn't bother to comment back. Take could say what he wanted. Tiketh was busy.

    Last he saw, Azyle had taken out one and another explosion let him know the Kokiri scored another kill as well. He didn't want to seem like he was being a total coward and not helping at all. Hopping off the rock, he waved his scythe frantically through the air. "Hey, statue guys! Any of you think you can take me!?"

    I told you not to get damaged! Stop being an idiot and quit playing hero!


    This time he couldn't have answered if he wanted to for a single Armos turned his way. If its eyes were real, it would have been staring him down like a lone gunman at a shootout. That only lasted for about half a second, however, before it came hop-stomping his way.

    If Tiketh had any talent to his name, he was still so thankful it was speed and agility. Performing acrobatic tricks on the streets paid off for fights like this. Though who would have thought he'd be needing those skills for a battle against stone and metal monsters that blew up in your face. As it came nearer, he put those skills into gear anyway and vaulted over the thing with the length of his weapon. Scythe swinging blindly behind him, he prayed it struck something useful. Chipped but still intact, he took off running from the potentially angry prison guardian. Tiketh, you missed, you fool. Why don't you let me try?

    "Why don't you shut up and keep to yourself!"
    he bit back. Damn spirit! Why couldn't it leave him alone?

    Trying the same trick again, this time he took the extra second to watch where he was swinging. The crystal came apart, shards flying out everywhere. If the Armos could talk, it would probably have shouted some profanity at this point. Instead, it spun and spun and spun as Tiketh tried to get to what he deemed was a minimum safe distance, but not safe enough. Blasting apart into tiny bits, the Hylian fell forward onto his face, left groaning on the ground.

    Oh quit being a child and get up!


    Shards had hit his back and all he could do was pray his coat kept them from cutting into him. There was a slight pain which made him assume it really actually hadn't. Yet, he got to his feet anyway. Maybe later when things had quieted down, he would get someone to tell him how bad it was. In all likelihood, it probably wasn't as bad as he thought. These stupid things were annoying no matter what they were doing. He grumbled something under his breath and when Take asked what he had said, he grumbled a little louder, "Stupid things are like cannons, spitting shrapnel and-auurgh.. I want to go home."

    A cannon does not fire shrapnel. It fires a ball of iron.


    "Oh whatever! When have you ever seen a cannon anyway?"


    When have you?
     
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    Azyle shook his head violently as stats danced in his field of vision. A shakey step forward and the sound of a heavy thump behind him brought his focus back quickly. One of the statues had closed in on the Sheikah while he was disoriented, the angry pounding of living stone upon sand sounding its intent. In haste Azyle had just chosen a direction at random to move, but as his eyes cleared and he could see strait, he slid to a quick stop. He had made the mistake of moving towards the prison.

    With a kick of sand the myrmidon turned tail to go back the direction he came not wishing to draw so close as to possible alert somebody, but the one Armos statur he had noticed before had split into two. Or more probably had been two of them all along. Directly beyond the two that were left was Benjamin and his roundup of enemies, and Azyle figured that the Hylian would need some help. He had seemed fairly useless in that night attack, and sure he had handled a few of the statues, but they weren't exactly intelligent. Maybe they were all handling these things wrong.

    Another thump brought Azyle's piercing red eyes back towards the pair that was closest. "Might as well try." He thought as he started undoing the joint that held the three parted polearm together. The middle piece fell to the ground, as the single weapon had now turned into two. As his knees bent over into a sprinters stance, the Sheikah began watching. One thump, and then another, judging how high the statues bounced. His feet kicked up another cloud of dust, and instead of jumping Azyle lowered into a slide. Under the heavy stone he went, curling into a roll as he began clearing the gap to speed along his action.

    Whether it was the sudden action or maybe just faulty design, one of the Armos had lost track of the fighter. And this one recieved a quick stab in its back crystal for its trouble. However Azyle was not finished, and while his mind yelled "Tally Ho!" Like he had once heard Eraz say when excited, he threw one of the half spears like a javelin. Through the air it soared, before embedding itself in one of the distant Armos's back. Two subsequent explosions occured one right after the next. Like fireworks if the sparkles were made of stone. Hopefully this ended pretty soon. Losing half of his primary weapon bothered the myrmidon a bit more than he could admit.
     
  13. Nico Rozen

    Nico Rozen My cousin! Let's go bowling!
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    "You know, you might as well end this now, Nico."

    "What do you think I've been trying to do?!"

    "Messing around and toying with your enemy? Come on, you've killed people in far less than half this time."

    "Those were people. These are machines. Little different, don't 'cha think?"

    "Oh, please, you've killed things other than people before."

    "Were they heavily armored like this?"

    "Yes?"

    "Fine, little miss smart ass." Ari's goading was certainly irritating Nico and his ability to fight coherently. Sure, most of his previous jobs had him killing a bunch of different people, some heavily armored or otherwise, but armor usually insinuated that there were multiple openings. These were machines. And these machines only had one weak point. The fact that there was only one weak point on a body that constantly kept hopping, jumping, and spinning was a little more difficult than if it were just a person. There were ways to defeat them, thanks to the crystal. And hey, maybe this would give him a chance to put his training to a real test.

    "So what are you going to do?"

    "Watch me, you little rat."

    In what was definitely a rare moment, Nico bore his teeth in a wicked grin. His eyes grew a little crazier, as if he were coming up with ridiculous ideas. Yet in many instances, some of his ridiculous ideas might actually work.

    Within seconds, his smile disappeared and he leapt back into action. He stopped dodging and charged one of the Armos outright. What he was planning to accomplish with this stunt was beyond Ari's knowledge, but he was going to make it work. Within minutes of reaching one of the Armos, he hooked his blade into the side and used the momentum to swing around reach the machine's backside quicker than it could react. Without a second thought, he jammed his blade into the crystal on its back, then jumped off and ran for the second Armos. "As I thought," he muttered.

    "Discover something, Nico?"

    "Yeah. If you jam a weapon into its back and leave it there, it might be rendered unable to move."

    Sure enough, during the charge to the second one, he jumped up and looked back to see, to his success, that this Armos had stopped moving. Very nice.

    "Good find! I knew you could do it!"

    "Aren't fairies supposed to identify every weakness of these things, anyway? Could you not be lazy for five minutes and help?"

    "I'm not that kind of fairy, Nico."

    "Ha ha...of course you aren't, you little rat." But no matter. Now dealing with a second Armos would be a lot easier now that there weren't multiple machines chasing after him. Dodging and chasing...this was much easier now that there was only one to deal with this time around. Of course, he couldn't just forget about the deactivated one, but if it wasn't moving or hopping madly about, then it wasn't of much consequence. And after many moments of looking for an opening, he finally got one and destroyed the crystal on the Armos's backside. Simply slashing at it wasn't going to do much work, though. So this time, he jammed his blade into the crystal, and then pulled the blade out in a ripping motion to shatter the rock. The moment the Armos began hopping about madly to the point of explosion, he ran back over to the other Armos and performed the same motion, effectively destroying it, too.

    Now that his share of the Armos were all dead, he could breathe a sigh of relief. He was about to sheathe his weapons when he noticed something bad. "Oh great. Cracks..."

    "Are your blades broken?"

    "No. Not yet. But that's what I get for fighting machines." There were a few cracks now running along the sides of his blades, and some parts were chipped off. They weren't fully broken, but these imperfections had been acquired in these fights alone against the Armos.

    "Well, let's get them repaired or replaced when you get back to town."

    "Are you actually suggesting I spend my money responsibly? That's a first."

    "Well, it seems like something you'd actually willingly spend your money on."

    "True." After that, he started walking, then gradually picked up the pace into a full sprint.

    "Where now?"

    "Helping the others. Now shut up." If they were having as rough a time as he was with these things, then they probably needed the help. But he would see just how quickly this would go.
     
  14. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    How many of these things were left? How many did they even have to start with? Which way was up? Which was down? What time is it? Where even are we anymore?

    Maybe it was the stress of the battle combined with the desert heat combined with the splintering pain in his back that had made Tiketh so disoriented. He didn't know what it was. Frankly, he was too disoriented to even think about it. Luckily for him, Take was still of sound mind and offering instructions albeit in an annoyed 'you should just stop playing hero and let me take over' sort of mood. It was a demand he'd heard a few times now and ever time, he was not coming any closer to wanting to give in and allow the demon some spotlighting. Who could say for sure what the spirit would do if let off its leash.

    Explosions sounded off and shards of stone and crystal scattered everywhere. The Hylian had shielded his eyes at one point as if worried pieces would blind him, but he was far enough away from the flying debris this time that he was safe. It looked like Azyle was doing well wherever he was, taking out Armos. "Jeez, I hate this," he groaned.

    What exactly is it you hate so much? This is amusing to me, watching you pretend you can fight.


    "I can fight,"
    he insisted, "I just don't like to if I don't have to."

    Well now you have to, so you should probably quit slacking off.


    "Have you not been watching! I've blown up a few of these guys already!"


    Take snorted at that. If it had been me, they'd all be gone by now. Though Tiketh didn't doubt Take was powerful, he seriously doubted he was quite that good. After all, his power was only as good as Tiketh's wasn't it? It wasn't as if he could somehow surpass the capabilities of his own host body. At least, that had always been his theory.

    Getting his head back in the game, Tiketh ignored the pain from the last blast he'd caused and went full on ahead, charging right into a small group of them; the very same group that he had called to attention moments before. One had been downed but its 'friends' were still eager to get a piece of him it seemed. Rushing through, he slashed blindly and wildly with his scythe in hopes of hitting something as he went. He wasn't sure if he did or not as he didn't turn around to see. Not yet at least, though he did hear them stomping and hopping around like crazy. If none had been hit, they were very angry instead. His sights were set on one a bit farther away and separated from the others. This would be the outcast of the group, he thought with dull amusement.

    Kill that one now.


    "Working on it,"
    he grunted as he charged for the Armos, ducking around it. In a small moment of being impressed with himself, he was amazed his own agility allowed him to easily slip behind these statue-creatures and get in a hit before they could turn around. Unfortunately, that didn't mean squat if your hit did not connect because you were too busy stroking your own ego. Missing his chance at a hit, he kept running and blocked out Take's ruder than rude comments that mocked yet again his inability to fight well.

    "Shut up shut up shut up,"
    he groaned as he ran at it again, trying a second time to hit that crystal. Sheesh, whoever designed these things made these targets annoying to hit, he thought as he swung his weapon for it. Second time was the charm this round as the Armos began hopping and spinning more rapidly, aiming for him. Taking off at a run, he led it for the group in the hopes that its exploding would damage them somehow and maybe even blow them up, too. Maybe it would. How was he supposed to know if it couldn't possibly work?

    Again, he wasn't really watching to see how effective it had been as he did not want to be part of the debris field. A safe distance was key, he decided, and not because he was a coward. He was just smart and not cocky enough to think himself invincible.

    Tiketh, if you would stop running away after each attack, you could have destroyed them all by now. I would not run. I'm not afraid of them.

    Sheesh, speaking of cocky...
    "I was... kind of hoping.." he began, out of breath at this point, "...that I could take them all out.. at once.. you know?" He pictured it like a chain reaction. One blows up a second which blows up a third. If only the Armos could work like that..
     
  15. Azyle

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    Azyle had begun to walk towards the last remaining Armos, his now solo short spear hanging loosely in his palm. With a little more surprise than he would admit, the Sheikah saw Benjamin set off a chain reaction between the constructs. The subsequent explosion of the rest in quick succession was massive enough that it blew off his hood from even this far away. Having to cover his head with his arms in fear of the debris flying everywhere, the myrmidon could not stare in awe of the destruction until he could see the aftermath. A crater had been blown into the sand, revealing hard stone feet below from where the rest of the stood on what was supposed to be even ground.

    With that over, Azyle moved to where he thought the other half of his spear may be. With a little luck he found the leaf shaped blade, but the wood and metal staff portion were twisted and charred beyond use. He snapped away the sharp portion, holding onto it until he could make a sheath for the metal, before making his way over to the Kokiri. Azyle stood waiting with his breathing sharp, a bruise in his side that he could only feel now bringing pain to his lungs. It was the Kokiri's show for now, at least until he could make good on the directions within Christopher's letter. What now?" He wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth closed. No need to open that sack of Deku nuts here.

    What he wanted to do most though, was scream, to shout into the heavens his triumph. Even if the battle was just against constructs. Maybe it was better that the teen was forced silent, lest he give away their position with a rousing noise. Azyle adjusted his hood back into place, covering the reddish brown hair before pulling the mask back over his mouth and nose. At least he could be somewhat unrecognizable if they failed and had to flee.
     
  16. Nico Rozen

    Nico Rozen My cousin! Let's go bowling!
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    The moment of Nico's arrival where the others were saw him brace for impact as soon as he got there. He had almost gotten too uncomfortably close to where Tiketh's fighting skills had set off the chain reaction of exploding Armos. The aftermath was highly messy, but for the time being, at least they were far enough away from the entrances to the prison for all those explosions to have attracted any unwanted attention. At the moment, Nico was too awestruck by Tiketh's display. Eyes displayed a "what in the world just happened" type of reaction, and jaw hung slightly agape in a half-smile that he barely registered himself making. "Damn, Tiketh. Color me impressed, that was pretty good."

    "Are you kidding me?! That was incredible!!" Ari popped out and bobbed about happily. Whereas the Kokiri's sense of amazement was completely dead inside, the fairy could still visualize her amazement with words. Then she turned toward her partner and glowered. "See Nico, why couldn't you have done that earlier? You have the capacity to do that, you know."

    "With my weapons and my body structure, it's a little difficult to do."

    "Oh please, its not difficult, I've seen you do it. Your build could have you easily beat these two in a footrace three times over."

    "You're exaggerating, Ari. But enough of that. We made another interesting discovery."

    "And what's that?"

    Nico kicked the front of his shoe into the ground where they were standing. "Stone beneath our feet. We knew the prison ran deep underneath the sands, but based on how far out we are, maybe they were more concerned about the place's width than depth when they built it."

    "So we only need to cover one floor?"

    "Looks like it."

    "Then let's go!"

    "Before we do," he paused. He turned angrily to face Azyle, a glare pulsing off his face and a hand on one of his sheathed blades. "Don't think I forgot that little stunt you pulled before this battle started." Although thankfully nothing had happened when Azyle rushed ahead, that was a risky move that would have risked their exposure and jeopardized the entire operation. "You do any shit like that again, and I will leave you down there to rot for all eternity." Murderous intent was rising off Nico now, but this wasn't the time to act on it. With a turn of the heel, he ended with, "I hope I made myself abundantly clear. Now let's go." And with that, it was back toward the entrances to finally get this rescue mission underway. This encounter was certainly much better than it could have been if he decided to go balls to the wall and attempt this mission by himself. But with Tiketh's penchant of talking to himself and Azyle's reckless, endangering behavior, would they actually be of any help in this latter stretch? Or would they be a liability?

    (New thread after this. Go ahead and post, then I'll set up the new one when you're done)
     
  17. Tiketh

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    It was awkward as hell being praised like he was when Tiketh wasn't exactly sure what had happened or if he deserved it. It couldn't have been skill as he never really thought whatever makeshift plan he had would work and through all the hoping he had, he never actually expected it to work. Quite frankly, he was surprised it even did and he was totally awestruck. Why, even Take was silent and pondering how they just did that. It was nice that he could still shock the spirit into silence. Maybe if Tiketh was lucky, he'd stayed shocked for a long long time and not say another word until they were finished inside the prison and on their way back home safely.

    "Thank you,"
    he said with all the modesty he had, "But I don't think that's really necessary. More luck than skill honestly..." He had to always be polite, and that was apparently a great weakness... at least according to Take. "I'm glad it's over with and we're out of it with all our pieces still intact." This job would indeed be harder to do with missing limbs. His back still hurt as he was fairly certain he hadn't managed to shake off all the shrapnel yet, but that was minor. He could stand and move about, and that was most important.

    He stepped back and put his hands behind his back, keeping quiet while the little Kokiri expressed anger at the Sheikah. It wasn't his place to butt in or say anything but he did wonder if it was justified.Granted, he didn't know much of the Kokiri, but he'd seen enough of Azyle and his old pal to worry if this fella and his fairy should be speaking to him in such a way. He really didn't want to see anyone dying here or anywhere in the near future where the Hylian was witness to it.

    Clearing his throat, he hurried to keep up. "So now that we got that out of the way... here comes the hard part I guess. This is going to be..... so much fun.."

    You're right about that. It'll be loads of fun.


    Aaaaand right on time, there was Take. Damn it.
     
  18. Azyle

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    Over. Finally over. Azyle could have let out a cheer if his curse would have let him. He tilted his head to himself, curious as he remembered the exact wording of the command that prevented him from talking. The Sheikah tilted strained his throat, giving the most awkward and scraggly of sounds. His throat hurt from the lack of use, dry and cracking. But there was no pain that flared on his torso. So after all this time he finally found out that simple sounds would be fine as long as they were not actual words. Wonderful.

    Azyle listened in on the explanation of the layout of the prison. He could not have cared less how massive or otherwise the structure was, nor it's layout. They would succeed, he was quite certain of that. Yet at the threat, the myrmidon only smiled. An impish knowing smirk. He had watched the Kokiri place his hand on his weapon, and as the eternally young fighter did, Azyle tentatively placed a hand on the lead shaped blade. Certainly he did not think that any challenges would go unanswered? For though Azyle was reluctant at times, his pride in his own skill was outstanding.

    Yet the Sheikah did not take action at this time. He merely nodded in agreement to the demand. It would not do to remove Nico's presence now. He had been told to help by Christopher after all. At any rate, he had no clue what the man they were searching for looked like. So best to follow along and keep his deadly tools sheathed.
     

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