Leroy just didn't know what to do or say. He glanced at his
flail/mace thing and his shield. ".....back to looking for
better weapons it is.....maybe even a much more sturdy
shield...." he thought to himself.
Duchess whimpered much more then she sighed....some how....She
looked surprised of how she sighed.She then stood completely still
as she transformed back into a human.She still had her clothing
on.Her brown hair covered her face.She got up as she was in the
sitting position and whipped back her hair.
Mira looked from Tiger to Sorrow. She charged up a blast and shot
it upwards, causing dust to flutter down from above. She dodged the
chunk of ceiling that dropped. "Both of you, stop moping around!
We've got a blade to steal back," She snapped. "And I don't care
what you think, both of you are helping whether you like it
or not!"
Tiger jumped backwards narrowly avoiding the chunk of ceiling. He
glanced over his shoulder, and sighed. "Fine..." he said lowly, but
in a bit more calm tone. "But I won't accept being ordered
around..." he said crossly. He was beginning to feel bad about how
Sorrow was feeling now. Walking back over, he adjusted the cap on
his head. "So what are we doing anyway?"
"By this point," he muttered, "I don't even think I'm mentally
prepared for this, my body just feels, weak. It's like I can't
gather any strength to move..." A stream of tears rolled down his
face. "I'm no general, no soldier no warrior, I'm just..."
Duchess walked away,Having a sad look on her face.She then sat on a
stump and looked at the sky,wondering who was the hero she came
from?A person who could turn into a dog like Her perhaps?She stop
wondering and toyed with her hair.
Tiger blinked, and tipped his head to the side. "And I'm no hero of
time..." he retorted softly. "But we have to fulfill the roles
given to us, and we need to work together" he continued sounding
more like himself. He then held out his hand to help Sorrow up "and
if that means one or two of us get hurt...it doesn't have to mean
death. I mean spilling blood doesn't always lead to death does it?"
he said gently and nodded to his bandaged shoulder. "After all I
survived a fight with Ganon before...Mira survived a fight with
Wiley. We just need to find another way around this..."
Mira turned, eyes intense. She turned and lifted Sorrow by the
shirt, using the extra strength from her suit to haul him to his
feet. "You are so a soldier. Would Regret want you to be
moping and doping while a villain holds one of the keys to
our success? NO! NO, HE WOULDN'T! So, get those tears out of your
eyes, and remember where you came from!" She fixed him with
a hard, unblinking stare.
"Yeah..." Sorrow's wits finally started to return, he slapped
himself in the face with great force, "Yeah! We got something, we
got each other, we got a team, we just need some sorta plan!" He
tightly gripped Tiger's hand and jumped up with gusto. "Skyward
Sword, I got mine. Mira's guns, your light arrow. I think with a
bit of thought, we can figure something out. But, time is limited."
"Sure, Uncle Regret wouldn't have any answers, but he would say
this, look for an opening, hone your skills and abuse that opening.
If you don't see one, make one." He started thinking of the special
skills he learned, "Air-Splitting Strike, Earth Rupture, Sonic Boom
Slash." He started to think, "These are the only skills I know I
can use, with a sword like this." He took the sword out, swinging
it carefully, "It's got weight, not too much to slow me down, but
it's not light either." He dropped it on the ground, a loud thud
followed, and cracks in the ground formed around where it fell. "80
pounds?"
Duchess heard them talking about something since she had good
ears.Her tail wagged side to side as she walked up to the
group."Hi,names duchess....maybe I could be useful for something?"
Mira looked up from the holopad and looked over Duchess carefully.
She smiled and nodded. "Definitely. Would you perhaps be interested
in helping us on a mission of sorts?"
"Duchess, I'm Sorrow, and I believe you may be able to help us.
However, we're one plan short.." He pondered. He placed his index
finger on his forehead, looking up at the ceiling. The light
glaring off his sunglasses.