02-22-2014, 03:19 PM
The beast took to the air; apparently having been startled enough to wish escape over further battle. Or perhaps it simply wished to find easier prey elsewhere. Regardless, Ganondorf took this as his opportunity to rejoin his companions. As he moved back to the group, at a slow canter on Mirage, Samus and several of the others took to chase after the beast. One particularly brazen fellow felt it necessary to actually attempt to ride the Rathalos and he was shortly joined by another similarly foolish man.
“Well, look who finally decided to show his face. I suppose now that the Rathalos is gone, you feel safe enough to join us then?”
“Heh heh heh…” Ganondorf chuckled softly, turning to Eighteen. “I thought you all were doing marvelously without me. Had you not rushed in without thinking, you might have learned something as I did.”
With a grand sweep of his arms he looked over their burnt and broken surroundings and the somewhat similar appearance of the fighters.
“While you people felt it necessary to risk your lives without any knowledge of your foe, I stayed calm and assessed the situation. It wasn’t much different than I expect, to be honest. The beast relies on its massive strength and size to attack those close to it. The balls of flame were a bit unexpected, to be sure, as well as its ability to take flight at will.”
Pulling a mildly protesting Eighteen onto the saddle behind him, Ganondorf took Mirage to a gallop in pursuit of the beast and continued speaking.
“Still… I had a plan of sorts… Unfortunately, it relied on the others doing what would be sensible. As we’ve seen, I had to scrap that plan. There’s not a tactically minded person in the whole bunch.”
Eighteen held onto him tightly as Mirage darted through the trees and leapt over the undergrowth, moving much more quickly than a mount of his size would typically be able to.
“We didn’t have a group of well-prepared fighters working together towards a common goal. Instead, we had nearly a dozen individuals all vying for glory. That sort of fighting will get us all killed, and we’re fortunate that the Boy’s gambit paid off and sent the beast away.”
The Gerudo scowled at the recollection of the mortal foe at the fight. Link vexed him… the boy had went so far as the square off on the Dark Lord as he rejoined the group, prior to Ganondorf’s exit from their presense.
“Trust, Eighteen. That’s what we’re lacking here. Without it, we’re doomed to failure. For without trust, there can be no teamwork. And against a foe as mighty as that which we battle, teamwork is our only chance at victory.”
“Well, look who finally decided to show his face. I suppose now that the Rathalos is gone, you feel safe enough to join us then?”
“Heh heh heh…” Ganondorf chuckled softly, turning to Eighteen. “I thought you all were doing marvelously without me. Had you not rushed in without thinking, you might have learned something as I did.”
With a grand sweep of his arms he looked over their burnt and broken surroundings and the somewhat similar appearance of the fighters.
“While you people felt it necessary to risk your lives without any knowledge of your foe, I stayed calm and assessed the situation. It wasn’t much different than I expect, to be honest. The beast relies on its massive strength and size to attack those close to it. The balls of flame were a bit unexpected, to be sure, as well as its ability to take flight at will.”
Pulling a mildly protesting Eighteen onto the saddle behind him, Ganondorf took Mirage to a gallop in pursuit of the beast and continued speaking.
“Still… I had a plan of sorts… Unfortunately, it relied on the others doing what would be sensible. As we’ve seen, I had to scrap that plan. There’s not a tactically minded person in the whole bunch.”
Eighteen held onto him tightly as Mirage darted through the trees and leapt over the undergrowth, moving much more quickly than a mount of his size would typically be able to.
“We didn’t have a group of well-prepared fighters working together towards a common goal. Instead, we had nearly a dozen individuals all vying for glory. That sort of fighting will get us all killed, and we’re fortunate that the Boy’s gambit paid off and sent the beast away.”
The Gerudo scowled at the recollection of the mortal foe at the fight. Link vexed him… the boy had went so far as the square off on the Dark Lord as he rejoined the group, prior to Ganondorf’s exit from their presense.
“Trust, Eighteen. That’s what we’re lacking here. Without it, we’re doomed to failure. For without trust, there can be no teamwork. And against a foe as mighty as that which we battle, teamwork is our only chance at victory.”