02-21-2016, 10:17 AM
Quote:Before the F2F
Link groaned, nursing the lacerations to his body. He stuck close to the trio, at least as best he could, given his labored gait and heavy, broken breathing. His head hung, the boy’s current state of mind was clear. He ached, all over, and while they were clearly making agonizingly slow progress, something stirred within the Hylian. The notion soured the Prime’s mood, fronted by a face like thunder.
His current allies left Link with a bitter taste in his mouth. One wanted nothing more than the Mouse’s head, the other wanted power. It was if the Spirit’s plight was little more than a means to an end for the pair. It almost felt as though Link was nigh on the only one with any actual interest in helping the Spirit. The Hylian groane, again, riddled with doubt. ‘What to do?’ the green-garbed warrior questioned himself internally, he was overly sure that given the chance, one of these two would gladly step over his corpse in the pursuit of their respective goals.
Quote:After the F2F
The Hylian roused, meager, heaving breathes caused the teen to twinge and lurch in pain. His head was pounding, he had sustained yet another gruesome injury and it had left him in a state. The Mage had saved him, but he was little more than a cog in the sinister machine that drove this alliance. Words of slaughter and bloodshed hovered around the boy’s aching head, further dropping Link’s mood into the mud.
The Demon helped him to sit, pain surged through his body, his vision blurred and his ears rang, a high pitched screech drowning out the remnants of any conversation. A wave of anger and resentment shifted over the Hylian. He would play no part in a slaughter, nor would he relish in this foretold bloodbath. It was not in his nature to simply kill, to take another’s life for the sake of personal gain. Link planted his knuckles onto his thighs and forced himself to his feet, through sheer grim determination, the Demon rushing to his aid. The boy, however, rejected his advance, pushing him aside as he headed away from the trio.
“I’ll play.. no part.. in any slaughter..” Link wheezed, practically hissing, “Spill as much blood as you see fit, but I’ll no longer seek it out with you.” The Hylian spat a glob of blood at his feet, venom laced within his words, “If.. if we meet again.. on the battlefield.. May the better.. -man- win. I thank you.. for your.. kindness and help, but this is as far as I’ll follow along.. blindly.. like little more than a sheep.. another tool for bloodshed.”
The boy forced his way past the trio, clamouring to halt the injured Hero of Time, still the high pitched screeching drowned out any words they spoke. He broke off into a laboured run, limping very slightly, his movements lopsided and clunky.
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The green-garbed warrior reached a suitable spot, just far enough away from his former allies, but hidden enough that he could collapse to the ground in relative safety, without fear of ambush. In the distance, a great fire roared, licking away at the horizon. Somebody had sought to bring attention to the area, anybody within a relatively large distance would be able to see the signal, no doubt the machine, mage and demon would find themselves swamped in the coming hours. A vague amount of guilt wafted over the boy, he felt indebted to them, they had saved him numerous times, but his sense of honour far outweighed the debt.
The boy slumped against a tree, nursing his various wounds. ‘Just an hour’s shut eye..’