Mitten's Loft-Wing thing floated in the air awaiting for the others, however, it seemed they disappeared. The Cat decided to
head to Skyloft to investigate where the lost hero might be. As he flew, there was no sign of any of the 'Loftwings'. There were also more elf-like people running around doing things and even though Mitten didn't have anything against these people, their elf-like appearance brought back none too pleasant memories. As he landed, Mitten noticed a human casually leaning on a column. After a few moments, he equipped a rifle and petted a crimson Loftwing before heading off somewhere.
Mitten had heard about traitors so he decided to investigate this chap, by being as blunt as possible.
"YOU!" Mitten meowed. He steered the Loftwing made of kittens to the human."Where are you going?"
@The Sliver Paladin
@york @The Tactician
Zanzibar huffed, teleport spam was no fun. He learned that when attempting to retrieve a device from a sentient miniature horse and was kicked. That resulted in him singing so high glass broke. The Doctor didn't want to repeat that.
While he turned to face Gay Lord, a knife lounged itself into his right eye. Zanzibar's head snapped back and he staggered, but quickly regained balance before another knife bounced off the armor. Then the Doctor saw a swarm of knives coming straight at him. Apparently the demon was a spammer so a quick teleport got him out allowing the knives to hit another target. When he materialized, it was slightly away from the battle, but still within range that he could easily be brought back in.
"Just... why? Out of all the ways he could have attempted to kill me he had to pick a knife to the eye? So very unoriginal," Zanzibar sighed. He put a hand on the knife to yank it out and in doing so, accidentally pulled out his own eye."Again?! Well, I suggest I have to keep an eye on the battle then while I force my own eye back in."
Zanzibar yanked the knife out and threw it on the ground. His eye, however, was still connected to the brain which sent a dull pain all along the optic nerve. The doctor just ignored it, afterall, countless deaths just made pain so very dull now, but the eyeball didn't agree. It was bouncing around on Zanzibar's palm while it struggled with the pain.
"Yes, I know, it hurts, but pain keeps us living!" Zanzibar said. He then tried putting the eyeball back into the socket.
@Raven @Those that fight