Dodongos Are Better Than People (Phoebe, Dormagoro, Mari)

[attr="class","MadameTitle"]THE MRC ROOKIE

[attr="class","MadameSubtitle"]Phoebe Arkwright

[attr="class","MadameContent"]Phoebe nodded to the princess as she joined their side. “Of course, Your Highness. I only wish I had seen it sooner.”

And so, Dormagoro went to work with the third Lizalfos, using the one she had felled as a means of projectile. Phoebe looked on awestruck at the raw power of her Goron ally, and lit up like the sun as he threw the heavy body onto the third that was restrained by the princess’ rather... unusual spell. She had only seen a spell like that once before by her old professor, who occasionally displayed wonderful mastery over the dark arts to demonstrate possibilities.

Back to the present, Dormagoro’s next move was to lob a fiery orb of lava onto the two crumpled figures of the Lizalfos, causing them to ignite into a burst of flame.

“By the stars, that was impressive, Mr. Dormagoro!” the rookie exclaimed as she clapped her hands.

Ah, then, the expression of confusion. Phoebe let out a light-hearted chuckle and opened her palm back in the direction where they came from. “We were doing some Dodongo-sighting before we took the offensive to those surly lizards. If we operated well outside their hearing range, perhaps we could manage to...”

There was a swift rush of wind that blew past them, and when Phoebe managed to fling her bangs out of her face, the princess was nowhere to be seen. In her place, however, was an individual dressed in light gear, their head hooded, with a familiar icon of an eye and a single teardrop upon their clothing.

A Sheikah ninja!

“You two need to hide. The commotion up here has caught the ears of the Dodongo herd below, and a number of them will be up here in a matter of seconds. We have ushered the princess to a safer location where she may still watch your exploits until you are finished. If there is anything you’ve left to do up here, act quickly.”

With the announcement, the ninja disappeared in a puff of smoke.

“Oh,” Phoebe’s ears dropped, “Er... that’s not good.” She glanced down to the Lizalfos that Dormagoro had taken down with a punch to the jaw and quickly retrieved a tooth sample and a scale. “I don’t know about you, Mr. Dormagoro, but I don’t think it’s wise if we stay around here. I’ll try to get up the hill where the Lizalfos was stalking the princess, and try to get everything I can on their behavior. Try to conceal yourself, er, if you can?”

After she had thrown the samples into her bag, she hurried toward the hill and began to climb up as quickly as she could.

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Dormagoro

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