Mercenary in the Wild

Day 23. A mutual brother

"Stop right now!" A young, child-like voice sounded out suddenly as the survivor who'd come face to face with The Mercenary during the massacre placed himself between them. He'd let him go completely unharmed and he'd been the one to sound the alarm regarding The Bearer of The DOOM Slayer's dire situation. He'd gone directly to them, being the only ones whom he trusted as sibling-in-arms.

It was thanks to the quick actions of the young Saiyan that The Wild Hero had arrived as fast as he did and that The Princess of Rebirth knew exactly what had transpired. Now it was thanks to him that she stayed her hand and did not let the final arrow loose.

"Fennel?!" Zelda blinked in surprise, having her Bow of Light vanish but keeping her sacred power concentrated around her studded gloved hands, just in case.

The demonic mutant was on one knee, three Light Arrows sticking out of his left shoulder with a pool of blood widening around the area. He was wheezing through gritted teeth, holding his head with his right gloved hand. His eyes widened with realization as clarity was finally coming back to him.

"Vul..." (You.) His voice was morphed, still the thick rumbling one of The DOOM Slayer as he enunciated in Argenta, its dialect. "Vul... ershil richi... daemons..." (You are not demons.) He gritted his teeth and grunted, loudly inhaling before his eyes were set on the pair... utterly horrified. "Tei monros... Seyard... en Hyrikr..." (The scent, Saiyan and Hylian)

Fennel nodded firmly, standing tall despite the tremendous difference in frame between him and his bigger brother-in-arms. With a look of righteous wrath in his shining brown eyes, he spoke. "It's us, Dynamo...!" His fists clenched tightly at his sides, trying to help The Final Knight over this last hurdle. "Your family...! Fight it, I know that you can...!"

Even if The Princess of the Wild could notice that he was breaking through, she wasn't sure how much of a hold the Eden still had. Another concerning detail was that only two Triforce pieces were shining on the back of Dynamo's left hand. "Fennel, be careful...!" She urged, stepping closer and right next to him with a protective hand on his shoulder.

"I know what I'm doing." He assured with a glance up at her and a confident smile before both of their gazes were set on The Second Hellwalker before them.

"Very well." She nodded, her words meant for Fennel before she addressed The Mercenary directly, nigh commanding him. "Georgian...! Fight it for us...! You promised...!"

His teeth gritted, the crimson aura diminishing as more of his royal blue eyes were showing, the sickly divine yellow of the Eden washing away. "Man jekud...!" (I swore.) He croaked in effort. "Man jekud...! Neer...! Ke... adra man... der...?!" (I swore. No. What have I done.) Was the devastated question that left his bloodied lips...