Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)

[Samus Aran]

Samus cursed. Where the hell was that geshilin? Summoning a ship was no use, she knew that already.

“You there!” she barked at one of the soldiers.

“Me?” The man’s helmet was winged; he was obviously higher rank than the standard infantry. He’d arrived with four other Pegasi shortly before the dragon had taken off. They hadn’t done much other than pelt the dragon with arrows, which was to be expected. But now they made to take off after the beast.

“I need your Pegasus.”

“Uh.” The soldier looked conflicted. “I can’t-”

“Yes you can. I’ve no time to argue. We’re Primes, and you’re Secondaries. You want to die?”

There was more than a hint of bitterness in the man’s facial expression. He leapt from the Pegasi’s back and cast away the reins, shouting over his shoulder; “You better kill that dragon! And bring my Pegasus back in one piece!”

Samus made no promises. “Thank you.” She vaulted onto the Pegasi’s back and grabbed the reins. Then looked up at the dragon. “How do I …?”

“Tch …” The soldier turned back. “Move aside. Come on, move back.” He motioned for Samus to scooch back. “I guess being a Prime doesn’t teach you how to ride a Pegasus, huh?” Even under the winged helmet, his grin was visible. Taking the reins, he cracked them and pulled down. “Rise, Yukunemi!”