Kiahn

" Glory to me, indeed, eheehee ! And the Yiga Clan, of course. "

Alarm was spreading. Bells clanging, people shouting, running and teleporting. People gathering weapons.

He was here.

Hyrule's so-called 'hero'.

He had found their Gerudo hideout and Yiga were scrambling to defend their base and -more importantly- Master Kohga.

Kiahn was headed there himself, but took a wrong turn (never panic when you need to navigate the labyrinthine hideout). He stopped short when he heard the unmistakable sound of a sword clashing with the Yiga's carvers. Cries of pain and two thuds of bodies hitting the ground followed.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no...

Kiahn stepped back, about to turn and run, then stopped. He was good at fighting, but not THAT good. What he could do though was help slow the hero down. Maybe.

He hadn't been spotted yet at least, with the hero still around a corner.

Kiahn put his index and middle fingers to his ear, activating his misdirection spell, and then pointed the fingers down the corridor opposite him.

The hero paused, thinking he'd heard Master Kohga. Kiahn stood tense and silent, desperately hoping the magic had fooled him. Yes! The hero took the left-hand path, following the auditory illusion down the wrong way.

And darkness.

And- more darkness.

For Calamity's sake, when did it END?!

It just seemed to keep stretching on and on.

"Come down to the Depths, they said. It will be greaaaat-" the Yiga muttered sarcastically to himself as he walked, grip tight on the torch he carried in one hand.

Not that he was a huge fan of the harsh Gerudo climate anyway, but still... at least up there he could see better. Part of him wished he had another Yiga accompanying him, but on the other hand- well it was embarrasing enough that the sounds in the dark had Kiahn jumping as it was. The last thing he needed was someone witnessing it and rubbing it in.

Of course, he'd been listening the whole time, but decided to go with feigned inattention. Indifferent.

"I guess it has."

Truthfully, he was grateful for it. It got so damned exhausting, always being in danger, tense and physically active. It was nice. to have the rest, but at the same time...

❝ eugh, don't put that idea in my head ! ❞

it was lighthearted, but a genuine thought. she didn't want to get into any spontaneous battles; but that was the life of the yiga, it seemed. she didn't mind fighting- it was fun ! but sometimes it was so much better to get to relax. to hang out and breathe the air calmly, for once.

❝ but… if we were about to be in a battle, who do you think it'd be with ? the hero ? another member ? each other ? ❞

Always expect a fight his combat trainer father always drilled into him (and the rest of the class).

He glanced over at the other Yiga, one eyebrow raised.

❝ hmm... it's been quiet today, hasn't it? ❞

Of course, he'd been listening the whole time, but decided to go with feigned inattention. Indifferent.

"I guess it has."

Truthfully, he was grateful for it. It got so damned exhausting, always being in danger, tense and physically active. It was nice. to have the rest, but at the same time...