I'm Sorry, But the King You're Looking For is....

[Miranda Frost]

Thank the burning god of this verse that she didn't have a gag reflex

It haven't been that long since Zack and Miranda had a drink, but now she wished she had brought one to go. Miranda could have sworn without a doubt that Miranda had suggested someone take the controls IF they knew how to control this think, not if the wanted to give it a try. At first it made the turtle being seem much better when it came to piloting this thing. She had to grip the bars tighter as the skiff surface didn't do well to keep her warn boots to the floor. Besides that whey weren't crashing, dying, or burning so that was an upside.

To make matters worse another damned dragon seemed to be following the skiff. Great. Fantastic. She couldn't quite get a good look at it, but the roars and flaps of its wings told her of its position. She hoped it couldn't breath fire like the last one. It wasn't a very appealing thing to be lizard dinner. There was nothing she, personally, could do. She lacked any range weaponry and having Zack or Colonel launch her towards it would probably result in her death, especially if she missed.

Gradually the bumpy ride smoothed out, allowing Miranda to collect herself and get back on her feet to assess the whole "Dragon Problem" behind them. They seemed to go a little faster, which probably would only delay the inevitable. However if the beast got any closer within Miranda's jumping distance, the dragon would a piece of cake.

Before any of that could happen another man seemed to drop from nowhere, landing in a cat-like grace. Miranda folded her arms and was about to speak when the man pretty much silenced her. She glared at him but let him do what was going to do: take care of their dragon dilemma. In a puff a orange smoke the dragon fell. Impressive. She had not seen any with that kind of ability since she had been here.

Miranda looked over him before she spoke. Someone of his appearance would fit in well back at home, where fit (and probably scarred and mutilated) men and women were plentiful, especially in her profession. He seemed to carry himself as a warrior would, calm and collected yet hard to read. She sat down on the skiff surface to rest even if for a short while while they approached the fortress and crossed her arms, resting her forehead against her knees. It wasn't that she was tired, physically. A lot has happened since she had came here.

She had: become stuck in a cavern while some battle happened above her, been chased by lava, grouped with Zack and "Weegee", Separated from "Weegee", been chased by lava again, attacked by a flock of dragons, been chased by lava, had a drink with Zack, been chased yet again my a river of lava, punched in the face by someone she had never met before, and chased by lava again. If another lava flow happened to come her way it will be too soon.

She didn't have any questions for the newcomer, and stayed silent as a result. She assumed he was heading to see Bowser as well. After all the good King had sent out notices. It was likely he probably got his hands on a copy. The more the merrier as long as they kept their hands off of her and avoid trying to pick a fight with her. She decided to put Colonel on her "Nice List" along with "Weegee" and Zack. "Ma'am" appealed to the little captain in her heart. She didn't know enough about the newcomer to know how to treat him. She assumed that either Colonel or Zack would meet and greet with him.

On another note she wondered how Zack knew exactly which way they were going. All signs of the road were burned away for a good while. She hoped the Koopa was directing them or they would be lost, again.