Enough time for their bastard of a leader to don a helm eerily reminiscent of King Bulblin’s, its roughly-hewn metal gleaming like a star in the night. Enough time for the lot of them to organize themselves for battle, arranged with their leader in the middle, flanked by four minions on each side. Though it had taken mere minutes for them to mount up and race out in pursuit of the marauders, it had apparently given the Bulblins ample time to prepare themselves.Įnough time to add another Bullbo with two riders to their raiding party, the archer already prepped, fire arrow lit and pointed at the heroes. They are, after all, waiting for the heroes to arrive. Though, as the farmhand pulls on Epona’s reins, her pounding hooves and the humming whir of Wild’s machine slowing to a stop before they can enter the field proper, he hesitates to call the raiding party prey at all. It makes finding their prey all the easier. High visibility tonight, Twilight notes distantly as the rolling hills, ponds, and small, crumbling sections of cobblestone wall come into view, shining with little icecaps of moonlit highlights.
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In front of them lay the expanse of East Hyrule field, illuminated in the light of the full moon. With a flick of his wrists and a growling encouragement, Epona somehow picks up her pace from the dead sprint she was racing through before, her hooves now flying over the dirt as they finally burst from the canyon like Keese out of hell. There is hell to pay for messing with his family. Doesn't care that his teeth itch in his mouth, begging to sink into something and rend. Doesn't care if his eyes are glinting unnaturally in the light of the moon. Doesn't care if he is letting the wolf a little too close to the surface. He knows he must look absolutely incensed, his eyes flashing like a beast’s in the dark, lips peeled back in a snarl. Twilight doesn't need a mirror to know what his own face looks like. Below, Wild’s face is set in steel, the lights of his machine illuminating his features in licks of blue and orange fire. As they race to find their friendīehind him, Twilight feels as Legend adjusts his hold on his pelt, the other’s breath heavy and fast against his neck, anger and anticipation making the veteran twitchy in his seat. They are pounding through the canyon, the oranges and blues of Wild’s divine device casting lights and dancing shadows against the walls of the rock face as they ride. The pounding as the weight of two bodies jostle in a leather saddle, as the muscles of the horse below coil and release, slingshotting them forward through the dark. The pounding of hooves on tightly packed dirt and stones.
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