Fight of the Champions

Chapter Seven - Jira

Far off in the distance, Jira could see her target. A group of five people riding on horses, the saddles and bridles all sparking gold, and their outfits even gleamed from their gold.

It wasn't that she wanted to rob these people, but she was currently running out of rupees, money she could use for her research. She had to learn more about her heritage, and if it meant thievery, then that was the cost she would pay.

Jira's eyes watched as they approached, and she tied up her white hair and then pulled a hood over her eyes. She wrapped a jacket over her chestplate, which bore the ancient eye of the Sheikah. Her arms and legs were tightly wrapped with cloth and she wore noise-reducing boots, a nice trinket she found in her studies.

She hid behind a bush and listened as the horses drew closer and closer. Quietly, she pulled out an eightfold blade. She felt a slight gust of wind, and then she heard the lead horse's feet coming ever closer. They just appeared in the corner of her eyes and she swung her blade, slicing into the horse's legs. It screeched and fell to the ground, falling onto the lead person. She flung a deku nut into the way of the others and spun around with her blade, cutting into the biceps of each of the five people, and then as the flash was gone, she stood there, ready for a fight.

She took a deep breath.

The group of people she was attacking, she found out, were all Gerudo women. In a split second she felt really guilty, but gold was gold, and she needed it.

"Give me your gold and you can walk away," she said, lowering her voice — she despised how high pitched her voice was.

They helped the horse of their lead: an older, middle aged, Gerudo woman. Upon seeing the grey in her hair, Jira felt another ping of regret, but ignored it.

The group all looked at each other, and then at a particularly large and buff woman. She nodded, got to her feet, and brought out a spectacular looking gold spear. She could probably sell that for a lot.

"You might want to change your mind," this woman said as she approached. Jira deepened her stance.

Just as the woman lunged forward with her spear, Jira rolled to the side and cut deeply into the woman's ankle. She yelped but stood her ground, blood leaking rapidly. Jira was almost worried.

She stabbed forward again, and again, and again, but each time Jira parried, and cut her again and again.

The Gerudo Woman leaned over, exhausted. Jira took the chance and sped forward, kicking her to the ground and holding her blade by her throat.

She looked up at the rest of the Gerudo women, and kicked aside the spear, she'll be grabbing that later.

"Take the armor off of the horses and give me all of your gold, or," she glanced at the woman at her feet, "she dies,"

The older woman got to her feet, wheezing from the weight of the horse falling on her, that couldn't have been good for her health.

"I get the feeling you don't want to be doing this,"

Jira lowered the sword closer to the woman's neck, a bead of blood streaked down her skin, "Do you really?"

The older woman stared at her with steely eyes, "Drop the sword and we can talk this through,"

"I don't think you understand who's giving the orders here!" Jira shouted, trying to keep her quivering hand from cutting any deeper in the spearman's neck,

"If it's money you want, I can give you plenty," she said calmed, "Just let her go and we can talk,"

Jira was conflicted. There was no way she could turn back now, right? She made her first impression on these people, she cut up one nearly to bits and made a horse collapse on their leader. But this woman seemed so calm, so honest. She almost felt like she could trust her, and she didn't want to do it in the first place.