Starlight Festival [EVENT] [OPEN]

Nex had lost himself watching Farrah. At first he started at her companion, Tally, with annoyance and disgust. As the tournament went on he found his thoughts drifting to a time before it had all become dark. His browser furrowed, cloak draped over his shoulders as he recalled his father of all people. Nex had neither a good or bad relationship with the elder S'Urltl. Instead the neutrality they shared toward one another was the closest thing one could describe as a father-son relationship. He glanced down at the young Hylian boy, who seemed content to watch the event unfold in the ring.

Nex doesn't remember talking to his father after he returned to the family in his youth. Hr does remember the silent power the man held. Those who tried to contest his return, call him a stranger… those paid by his uncle to turn him away had been the loudest amongst the dissenters. No matter how much Nex had changed his father had recognized him. Hr remembered man's mouth move, though he heard no words spoken with his voice. He was taken back into the family, into the role he was born to serve. The members of the L'Urltl family found it a curse, an omen, for the boy he had supposedly removed from his mother's fin, had returned.

Shouting brought Nex from his thoughts. The mass of writhing bodies began to squirm before making head to flee the approaching monsters. He really hated their sort. Reckless, wild. They did naught but waste. He looked up as the object of his silent stalking had moved to follow the commands of the Hylian prince. Cerulean eyes glared up from beneath the shadow of his hood. If the young boy had not fled the Zora moved to raise his cloak with an arm and hide him beneath it. He was tucked close, the aquatic whispering.

"A man knows when to fight and when to leave. It is not victory you should seek, but the best path to seeing tomorrow." Such short, miserable lives didn't need to be fueled further by a desire to combat all one met.

As Nex turned to leave one of Moblins though it keen to jump at the slow moving fish, taking it as a sigh of weakness. Mecca scales tightened. Though blind he could feel the vibrations. The stampeding Hylians and other fairgoers alike, complicated his senses, but the fierce fiend would soon find he picked to wrong fish to hook.

"Blaargh! Stupid fishy!" It raised its arms high over its head with its bashing stick in hand, but it's mistake was such.

With one arm around the boy, had remained, Nex's left arm remained free. With trained movement, more a necessity to the life of a man oft troubled by highwaymen, he moved to draw his blade. There was scarcely a flutter in his dark, water heavy cloak. The handle was gripped and his arm shot out. The blade firmly planted itself between the Moblin's eyes with a thick thump. The Zora would attempt to hold his cloak closed to shield the boy from such a view. He had only meant to slash the beast's face, but alas such was the case of a shaky hand. Nex reached his webbed hand around the hilt of the knife. Giving it a bit of a shake he yanked it back. The poison would make the Moblin's death a bit more tolerable, as much as one could have with a hole in their head.

The Zora pushed on, gliding through the crowds. When they got to the exit Nex opened his cloak to let the boy loose amongst his people. "Regret time not spent playing. Nothing more. Do well to enjoy your time more fully." Lest he become an adult like Nex.

In the wake of the flood of knights Nex would edge himself to the side of the crowd and remain. Another Moblin tried to forsake his life, but as Nex slide to the side it turned on his heel to face the monster with his scarred face. The blooded, somewhat poisoned tip was held toward the wrinkled neck of the armored brute. He held a claw to his lips to hush the beast. Such worked for moment or two. The beast was momentarily intimidated by the merchant's bloodied blade, but it took a second for it to be over it. He roared abs charged the Zora, blade or not.

Nex was unable to slit his fat throat so was pushed to the ground by the heavier brute. Nex was unable to fine purchase to kick the beast, but in a graceful motion, as he fell, he would roll himself and the Moblin. Nex pushed his elbow into the back of the friends neck, hand grasping that jutting, lower jaw. His muscles tense and he forcefully pushed the jaw up and made a sharp motion to the side, snapping its neck cleanly. Nex sat atop the brute's corpse a moment and watched as the faceless knights gathered in form. When Nex was sure the boy had gotten far enough away he tapped his chin in though before making head to escape himself. Though he looked thin and frail, he has traveled in harsh conditions all his life, more over being trained as a soldier for a short tine and in unarmed combat for two years, he could come the need.

He made quick work to vacate the fields, two corpses behind them… and nothing to remain on the Moblins in terms of loot…

Now that he was, out of the woods,s o to speak: Where the hell was that red-head? He narrowed his blue eyes and scanned the horizon for the lass in question. Catching sight of the shorter body, amongst the panicking rabble, he would tuck his arms back beneath his cloak and mach forward. Well if it wasn't Maude.... it seems she was wounded in battle. He could almost laugh, but he did not find amusement in a whelp writhing about the floor when they needed to move. He wasn't such that he would find it amusing, but the general lack of accommodation for someone with such a temper could be seen as, irony, at best. He blade was sheathed, hands brushed off of the blood.

"Do you need help?" His voice was a bit distant, eyes their usual annoyed, staring glare. He needn't be more than himself around -- 'familiar' faces. They weren't primary fans of his business face so he didn't bother wearing it. Too heavy in all honesty.