| Waiti
and Tetehi had arrived back at Makuta’s lair. He was not happy.
“What did you two clowns think you we’re doing?!”
he yelled. “It was one Tohunga, armed with a simple disk and a
bent dagger! A Husi could have done better than you!”
Makuta vented his anger on a convenient wall,
blasting it to pieces. Dust and grit rained down on Waiti and
Tetehi’s worried faces.
“We… he… it was clever Lord! It fooled us!-“
“It told you to do something completely OBSURD
and you went and did it! There is NO SUCH THING AS “BATTLE ETIQUETTE!
I should kill you right now if it wasn’t for your limited usefulness
as scouts!”
Makuta seemed however to be having trouble restraining
himself from killing the two cowering Rama.
“We can redeem ourselves! Please master, let us
show you that we can get him!”
Makuta seemed to ponder this.
“Alright, I will give you another chance. He will
be arriving at the Water Temple soon… but he will be stronger,
and there may be another…”
“How do you know this Master…?”
“DON’T QUESTION ME! I’m a bloody Evil Dark Lord
I just know these things OK?!”
“Yesyesyes we understand…” wheezed Waiti.
“Your claw, give it to me.”
Waiti extended his bloody claw, the gash left
by the blade of Kaiwera’s dagger still brimming with blood. Makuta
grasped it with his hands, there was a sickening sensation for
all, and Waiti’s wound was healed, but left with an ugly bulgy
scar.
“There, now stop complaining and get to Ga-Wahi!”
“Already on our waaay...!” |
