Reaching for the sky [Skyreach]

Sirron looked at the two with a sigh. Eria, as she let herself be known, didn't attempt to describe her abilities, and... well... The kikwi figured the boy, Loft, was outright lying, or crazy. Possibly both. Would make for a dangerous enemy, but also a dangerous ally. When he asked about if they were going to the tower, Sirron nodded, but perked up. He heard something... A howl... No, a few...

Sirron turned his back bulb into the full plant, camouflaging himself as three wolfos entered the small clearing. They were foaming at the mouth, and clearly rabid, even by wolfos standards.

Wolfos... This would be the first time Eria had fought one herself. Of course, the one who acts high and mighty hides like a coward. Eria figured that it was about time to show the group who was really in charge anyway. With her weapon still sheathed, she locked her eyes on the closest Wolfos... the foam dripping from its lips made Eria want to cringe. Despite whatever chaos might be happening around her, all of it was gone. The only things were her, the Wolfos, and her weapon. Time almost slowed down, and both waited until- Suddenly the Wolfos lunged at the Gerudo warrior. The attack was so spontaneous... Eria's heart skipped a beat, and for a second she was afraid she was done for. But as all of her training taught her to do, her arms seemed to act on their own. Right arm grabbed the opposite sword on her waist, and pulled it upward into the Wolfos. The animal was nearly torn in half as it continued to fly over her head. Eria let out a sigh of relief and drew her other sword, feeling energized with the rush of battle. Come at me... I dare you.

"Doggy!" Loft did a little dance, clapping his hands together in delight. "Hi, puppy!" Three of the most adorable dogs Loft had ever seen in his life were bounding into the clearing, their tongues lolling out in fun. They were drooling really badly, but that was okay- just part of their charm! One ran over to the red-head, and another- gasp- wanted to play with him! Loft was so excited that he could barely breathe!

"Aw," he said, smiling and crouching down to pet the puppy, "did you want to play with me, little puppy?" He expected it to nod its cute little head, or bark in acknowledgement, but instead, it did something that wasn't very nice at all. It snapped at him! "Ahh!" He wrenched his hand back and skipped a few paces away, shaking his head at the doggie. "Bad dog," he said scoldingly, "very bag dog!"

But instead of acting like a normal, civilized dog, it decided to ignore him and pounce. Loft jumped to the side, and it landed with a wumph on the ground. "You stop that," he said, "or I'm going to have to put you down! Can't have you attacking people like- whoa!" This was a really rude dog. It didn't even have the common courtesy to wait for him to finish his speech before it attacked him again. The ears on his Bunny Hood twitched, and Loft flipped over the charging mongrel.

Loft took a golden base out of his pack. "Bad..." the dog turned and charged again, drool flying everywhere as it spread its mouth wide, waiting to chomp him up and swallow him down like a tasty treat, "dog!" He sent a plume of super-heated flames into the air, and it hovered between them like a big burning cloud of death. It tried to stop, digging its feet into the ground, but it was too little too late. The dog skidded into the cloud of fire and screamed as its fur was devoured by the hungry flames.

(As a small note, I am having tech issues, namely of the Laptop decides it wishes not to live type, thus I have no comp atm >.> )

Sirron hear one set of paws run past him, followed by another. As he heard the third set, he sprung up, his knife catching the ankle of the Wolfos. It yelped, suddenly in pain and cofused, but turned to Sirron to take a bite, only to find the Kikwi soaring above it, bow in hand... Paw... Thing. As He flipped over the beast, he fired an arrow down into its back, immediately lunging away from the creature, mostly because of the ending fuse on what was evidently a bomb arrow.

Giblets of wolfos torso flew around, and Sirron saw his allies had dealt with theirs. Well... "Never leave a foe in pain... You may be useful, but stealthy is a stretch." He said as he plunged a blade into the dying, burning wolfos' throat.

Eria wasn't very happy with Sirron acting so powerful. She had to admit that he was skilled, but it was not honorable at all to hide and strike your foe, and that didn't make him more skilled than anyone, especially her. And Loft... she had strongly mixed feelings in every direction that ultimately lead to a final opinion of "..." . And as much as she wanted to say "Now you've gotten a taste of my skill" or something along those lines, anyone with eyes wouldn't known that he didn't see. She questioned whether her team would be able to complete their mission, but she decided to hold her thought until the real fighting began.

Eria sheathed her swords and made sure that her hair was mostly under control. "So, are we off to the tower?"

"Yes," Loft said, spinning happily and pointing at the big black tower. "Let's go!" He began to walk, humming as he stepped over rotted logs and decaying bits of filth. He hopped onto a curving log and, arms out like a professional balancer, he crossed over a tiny patch of marsh. He jumped back onto firm(er) ground, his shoes making deep squelching sounds as he landed, and turned to the red-head.

"What is the Tower, anyway? I mean," he said, swatting away a stray mosquito, "I know it's big and bad, but what is it?"

Sirron followed Loft, not too wary of the marsy conditions. With his weight, he barely sunk at all. As they made their way towards the tower, Loft asked about the details on it. "None know thus far. It's ominous, its emminance causing what we see around us. In times like these, that is reason enough to obliterate it." He could feel it too, a darkness tugging at his soul. Perhaps it was only because they just entered, but they had thus far resisted the corrupting aura. "I'd prefer as little time in this area as possible, lest we end up as rabbid as those Wolfos."

After a few minutes of walking and avoiding the dangerous landscape, they found themselves at the entrance to the tower, peering into the darkness. The kikwi lacked hesitation, walking into the darkness. Soon inside, the lobby, one could say, was a massive area. Torches were lit along the walls, and on the ceiling blankets of cobwebs. Of particular note was a massive pillar in the middle of the room, an octagonal column at least thirty feet across. Several platforms jutted along the walls, connected by thin beams. Upon noticing them, Sirron smirked. "Loft, looks like you were practicing earlier on that log..." But of course, the only exit he saw was a small alcove in the top of the room, leading to a small tunnel. They'd have to climb these platforms.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Eria asked, hoping for some sort of challenge. She rushed to the first platform and pulled her way up. Slowly, she got higher with each platform, either jumping between them with the small ones, but being extremely careful crossing the beams on the large gaps. Eria was very eager to be the first one to the top and to establish her dominance in the group, so she tried to get on the line between being careful and being quick.

Finally, she was almost at the end. All that was left were a few large platforms hanging from the ceiling that went across the room to the exit. Although the two platforms were level with each other, the first platform was almost directly above hers and was just a little too high for a person to jump and reach with their arms extended. That wouldn't be much of a problem for Eria, however. She prepared herself, facing the wall of the room, and ran at it. Before she reached the wall, she jumped at the wall. She used her legs to spring herself off of the wall and give herself enough of a boost to reach the platform with most of her arms. She pulled the rest of herself up and sighed to regain her breath. Then she remembered that there should be someone around to see how great she was, and if she left the other two members of the party, there would be no one to support her. Eria laid herself down, with her arm stretched toward the ground over the side of the platform and yelled "Come on, slowpokes! I'll help ya' up!"

It was like a big playground in here! Red-head started jumping and climbing like a monkey, but Loft (shh) Loft had a secret. He didn't need to use the platforms at all! He giggled and walked up to the wall, reached the end, and kept walking. See, Loft had a secret ninja power: he could ignore gravity. But don't tell anyone; it's a secret to everybody!

He walked up the side of the wall, his bunny ears flopping gently with the fun fun funness of the thing. He glanced over and saw the red-head carefully balancing on a huge-o-normous beam on the ceiling. Loft giggled and kept walking; as fun as it'd be to play on the playground, he felt like a cool Chu-Chu, just mumbling his way past the obstacle course. He reached the top and stepped back into normal gravity, peering down the small tunnel. It got really dark, so he couldn't see much, but it looked pretty cool.

"Come on, slowpokes! I'll help ya' up!" Loft glanced behind him and saw that the red-head had just rolled up onto the platform.

He walked next to her and peered over the edge. "Who're you talking to, Eria?"

Sirron followed Eria up, leaping from platform to platform behind her, keeping decent pace, though with his smaller size, it was difficult. Luckily this made the sections with the beams a total breeze. As he got to the section where she wall jumped, he followed, but lacked the ability to kick off like she did. Instead he dug a knife into the wall, climbing higher with the tool. He knew he needed to jump for it, so he'd have to get pretty high.

Though she offered him a hand, Sirron preferred this, using his own ability to do it. He leapt from the wall, landing on the edge of he platform. Loft was already here, as he'd seen the boy walking up the walls. An odd ability, but most certainly useful. Sirron stood upright, looking around the ceiling. "We're close to the ceiling... I'd be surprised if there weren't... There." He pulled his bow out, firing an arrow into the webbing, shooting down a wallskulltula. It was evidently waiting for them to pass underneath.

Apparently, there was more than one, too, as when they saw their fellow spider get shot down, they descended, seven of the arachnids moving quickly towards the trio.

Eria observed Sirron looking at her, and then proceeding to jab his knife into the wall. Fine, don't let me hel-, she thought to herself, but her thoughts were cut short by a voice she didn't expect in a direction she didn't plan. Behind her, she heard Loft's voice asking "Who're you talking to, Eria?" She was caught so off-guard that she let out a small yelp as she flipped herself over to look at him. Before she could address him, Sirron had come up and shot down a wallskulltula with his bow. Several others descended afterwards and proceeded to advance towards them.

Eria stood up quickly, unsheathing her swords at them. "Great, bugs!" As much as she wanted to stay away from them, the limited space for them to move on the platform wouldn't let her, so she was forced to fight. One of them charged at her legs, and she stabbed it with a sword, jabbing the blade into the platform. A second bug quickly jumped at her, and without any time to counterattack with her other sword, she dodged to the side while holding onto her sword as the wallskulltula jumped past her. As the creature fell down the pit, Eria's evasive maneuver had a small misstep, and she fell as well. She freaked out and screamed, but her sword from earlier was lodged into the platform well enough to keep gravity from having her share the same fate as the wallskulltula... for now.

Nasty spiders scuttling down sticky webbing. Loft didn't like spiders much; they were always biting and nipping at him, trying to sink their drippy fangs into his soft skin. He took out his Red Candle and sent a blast of fire into the webbing. He knew from experience just how burnable these threads were, so he figured that if he used his Red Candle, he may kill the spiders.

And it worked! Three spiders dropped to the ground, their blackened shells sizzling and popping grossly. One eight-legged monster leaped off like a mutated bunny wannabe and attacked the cute Kikwi, but Loft's attention was grabbed by Eria's shriek.

He stepped off the platform and onto the wall, looking sideways at the red-head. "You okay?"

Sirron used his bow, firing arrows at the oncoming arachnids. As one jumped at Sirron, the kikwi rolled forward, landing underneath it, using his momentum to grab its leg and spin, throwing it onto its back. Once defenseless, all it took was a stab to the bottom of the head to defeat it. There were only a few left, moving in, but Sirron reached into his quiver, pulling out a bomb arrow and firing two into the trio. When the smoke cleared, little remained of the creatures.

Turning towards Loft and Eria, he pulled out his cheval rope, putting a length around her wrist and pulling with shocking strength, especially from a Kikwi. "When a teammate is going to fall to their doom, Loft.... Help them." He sighed a bit as Eria was back on safe ground. "Now then... Shall we continue?"

Walking through the tunnel, Sirron looked around the next room, seeing several wind fans, though now they had doors on each of the sides of this square room. Also of note was a dead body on the ground. He seemed fresh, though the face didn't seem that way. The flesh was decayed and most of it gone. Sirron heard a noise from above, rolling to the side as a small spurt of liquid landed where he had been moments before. It hit the ground with a sizzling sound as Sirron aimed straight up, firing a bomb arrow. A smoldering Baba feel from above, quite dead, though the liquid was of concern. "Be on guard... They seem to spit acid..."

"Just what I wanted... Death from above." Eria noted. Now Eria was in a tight spot: if she looked up for the Deku Babas she'd have no idea where she was going and may accidentally stumble into a wind fan, but if she looked ahead there was a chance the next drop of acid would be burning through her skull. The last thing she wanted was to end up that the guy over near the corner. "Well, what should we do now?" Eria asked, keeping a cautious yet frightened eye above her.

Loft stuck his tongue out at the plushy. "I was gonna," he said, rolling his eyes as if this was obvious. He followed the others into the new room and gaped at the plants above them. He started to say something, but one of the wicked bulbs shot a sizzling splotch of sickening stuff at his head, and he was forced to skip backwards out of the way. The nasty saliva splashed against the ground, and some of the drops landed on his shoes, making the leather hiss and smoke.

"Aw, man!" Loft threw a knife up into plant's head, and it collapsed. "These are my favorite shoes!" He took another step forward and gasped as he unexpectedly trapped himself in a wind turbine's path. He was thrown to the left wall, but thanks to his powers of wall-walking, he managed to avoid falling in the crevice between each wall and the floor. Near where he stood, his body perpendicular to the usual pull of gravity, was an alcove with one of the three untried doors. He noticed a ceremonial spike just above the alcove, and turned to where the others were waiting.

"Could we tie the rope on that and have you shimmy over?" He had to scream to make himself heard over the wind turbines, but hopefully they got the message. He didn't know whether it was a good idea, but hey; when in doubt, make like a monkey. "Would that work?"

Sirron went over to the edge near Loft, taking care to no go into the turbine's path. "It could... I have concerns about the acid spitting babas we haven't yet seen." He glanced around the ceiling, most of it shrouded in vines, casting shadows and preventing them from seeing any of the holes the plants emerged from. "It looks like we've no other choice though.... Here."

He tossed one end of his cheval rope to Loft, tying his side down to one of the bars on a turbine. "Eria, you go first. If I see any Baba try to attack, I'll stop them."

Eria nodded to Sirron, then watched Loft while he tied off the other end of the rope. At least these guys liked the idea of teamwork, she had to give them that. Although she was slightly uncomfortable with Sirron giving orders. Once Loft had finished, Eria was concerned about the integrity of the rope, but she grabbed onto it and slowly pulled her way across. Whether Sirron lived up to his promise to keep her safe or if no Babas had interest in attacking her, she had no idea. But regardless, she reached the end safely, and yelled to him "Alright, your turn."

As Eria made her way across the rope, Sirron watched above with his bow, blasting any babas that dared rear their heads. Once she made it to the other side, Sirron took the rope, untied it, and ran towards the edge, holding the rope tight as he hit the wall, climbing up towards his companions. When he reached the top, he tucked his cheval rope away, continuing into the next room. It was a large semicircle, with several divets in the floor and vines all over. As the door slammed behind them, five lizalfos turned and saw them, and Sirron froze.

"Hm... This could be tricky." He said, grasping his knife as the beasts charged.

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Five lizard-men? Five? Loft's jaw dropped as he stared at the beasties run at him. One raised its weapon, and instinct kicked in. He threw himself to the side, the blade narrowly missing his head. He rolled and turned, his hand already flicking to his belt and throwing a knife at the monster. It deflected the projectile and charged again, but this time, Loft was ready. He turned and ran toward the wall, darting up a few steps and kicking off it, flipping over the Lizalfos and stabbing it in the back. It fell to the ground, but Loft didn't have any time to celebrate. A shriek sounded right behind him, and he had to throw himself to the side again to avoid being cut to the ground. He flipped upright, pointing his dagger at the offending lizardman.

Walking lizards? New enemy to Eria... But it shouldn't be too hard. Based on what she'd seen in the desert, lizards like the heat. She pulled out her swords to engage her enemies. Wouldn't it be a shame if it killed them? Eria stood in a running stance, and concentrated on her swords. Suddenly, they burst into flames, and anyone looking at them would probably have wondered how they hadn't melted... and why she didn't stop, drop, and roll. In an instant, Eria charged at a Lizalfos in the center, and swung both swords at it. The swords crossed each other right at the neck, decapitated the cold-blooded creature and making both the head and body spontaneously combust. Since there would still be Lizalfos around her, as the flames around her sword disappeared, Eria readied her swords and performed a spin attack, wounding two Lizalfos near her. "Tricky, huh?" Eria asked, returning to her fighting stance.