Ayria gasped in horror at the dark event that had just occurred before her very eyes. She just stared blankly at the Hylian who had murdered a foe who never even stood a chance. “You-” she started boldly. “I will not let you get away with this… (even though I personally thought it was hilarious, it’s just Ayria’s personality) …I will not give up!!” The young Hylian girl brushed her hair away from her face and wiped a drop of sweat from her brow. She drew her rito-crafted spear and gripped it tightly. Never once did see blink or take her eyes off of Tyrael.

“Very well”

Tyrael said, drawing Flamebellow and whiplash. “I see you can not be persuaded” Ayria said nothing, just stood, glaring at Tyrael with her deep blue eyes. The Hylian continued. “We are not so different, Ayria” he said. “Clearly, the sheikah and zora races cannot match us, the Hylians are superior” “Blackheart!” she shouted, and charged suddenly, foolishly, and thrust at Tyrael swiftly with her spear. Tyrael parried the blow with such force, that Ayria’s spear was knocked right out of her hands! It fell to the ground with a thud and Tyrael did not waste any time. He slashed at Ayria and caught her in the side, knocking her back onto the warm soil of Death Mountain.

Ayria rose, grasping her side as blood openly flowed from it. “Damn you” she said weakly, suddenly, she flapped her wings once and took to the air. Her spear was out of reach, so she reached for her bow. Ayria quickly notched an arrow, aimed and let it fly towards Tyrael…