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Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)
#11
“Heel, you damn geshilin!”

Samus yanked at the reins on the beast, prompting it to come to a complete stop. She let out a breath, sinking down against the lizard, then quickly jerking back up again before it could take the opportunity to jump off somewhere else. She leapt off its back, grabbing the reins. Was it even worth the trouble? Where was she, anyway?

The hunter glanced around and suddenly realised she was being observed. Not just that, but by a figure she recognised.

“You were at the Scramble,” she called over. She crossed the distance, leading the geshilin behind her in awkward, rebellious hops.

“How wonderful to see you again, my lady.” The Gerudo’s broad smile jolted. “Oops. I forgot. Not your preferred term of address.”

Samus shook her head and threw her palms up, the geshilin chattering behind her. “Here for the dragon?”

“Yes. I take it that’s not a problem?”

The hunter was not pleased. It couldn’t be helped, though. It was only natural that there would be other Primes seeking that dragon. Such monsters were omnilium-rich, and taking it down would earn some serious accolade – not just in Camelot. Word travelled. A little healthy competition wasn’t what annoyed Samus, though. “As long as you don’t get in my way.”

Ganon chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “You wound me.”

Samus turned away, lip curled. There was something about that man, she couldn’t put her finger on it. But she couldn’t stand him. Unfortunately, it seemed that he wasn’t going to be the only competition. Her eyes saw two other figures approaching. One of them called out.

“Hey! Can anyone tell me where in the hell I am?”

Oh? thought Samus. Must be a new arrival. She knew Ganondorf would speak up, so there was no need for her to.

“A new arrival, is it?” Ganondorf strode over to the man, offering a hand. “You’re in Camelot. Welcome, my good man.”

Harry took it, looking up at the Gerudo. “Are they all this tall in Camelot?”

Another warm chuckle that made the hair stand up on Samus’s neck. “Not all. I’m not from here, though I suppose none of us are.”
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