As the bell struck to signal the second hour of the morning, a war raged in the streets of Hyrule City. After the brutal execution of the personable and well liked Zora under-boss Ruta (Strung up from a lamp post via her wrists with meat hooks and chains before being hacked apart by meat cleavers) of the Bladed Fins by a pack of bulbin's of the Butcher's Guild, two of the biggest gangs of the city had gone to war.

With so much of their attention focused on destroying the other, smaller gangs formed and grew in the shadows of the giants, stealing manpower and profit from them in areas where they couldn't enforce their control anymore. Alliances were formed, betrayals were carried out, heroes and villains started to raise as myths and legends were born and spread through word of mouth, growing larger with each retelling. 

In a poorly light street of the city, Boss Ironhead of the Burna Bozs paced back in froth in a fearful fashion, muttering to himself under his breath as he occasionally glanced at the bulbins that he still had after their goron neighbors, the Miner Pick Clan attempted to increase their turf. They had pushed them back for now, but the cost was high. "[color=aba000]Them Zora bastards we was fighting before waz easy, but these rock boyz... they too tough for us. They smash us good less we make peace.[/color]"

"[color=598527]You scared. You are coward. They're only rocks![/color]"

"[color=aba000]I've got more brains then you! I say we beg them for our lives before they kill us all![/color]" 

"[color=f26522]And I say you shut the hell up![/color]" This was the last thing that Boss Ironhead heard before a claymore passed through his neck like a hot knife through butter, the head of the bokoblin bouncing on the road before coming to a stop some distance away from the body that hit the floor. 

Standing over the corpse of their former boss stood one of the largest moblins that the bulbins had ever seen, dressed in what appeared to be chain mail armor and wielding a [i]very large[/i] claymore that kind of drew the eye in the way that all dangerous weapons did; Needless to say, the sight was somewhat awe-inspiring to them.  

The grin on Ze's face was not a friendly one. "[color=f26522]Right. I'm the boss of this city now. Questions? Good. Now grab your shit and follow me, we're going to [i]enlighten[/i] the other goblin gangs of who's in charge now. Then we'll go and have a word with those rocky bastards.[/color]" He watched the faces of the bulbins he was addressing carefully, confident in stance and harsh in glare. At first there was some level of uncertainty in the mob, but that quickly disappeared as a mixture of awe, fear and the feeling of becoming apart of something bigger swept over the mob like a tidal wave. 

Internally, Ze grinned. The mob he was looking at wasn't much but it was the first step of the plan that he and Mr Nailbrain had been working on for quite a while. It had taken months to scout out the city, learning who was who, where they could normally be found and what order he was going to have to kill them in. The various goblin gangs would be rather easy to bring under his banner, he just needed to prove that he was the strongest and smartest person they could follow by killing everyone who disagreed with him being in charge. Not as many as some people would think; The leaders of the gangs, whatever loyalists they might have that would try to avenge them and the few idiots that would no doubt try to challenge him after he dealt with the first two to try and take over while he was 'weakened'. Once they were gone everyone else would no doubt fall into line. 

The fact that Mr Nailbrain had gone off on his own to quietly [i]deal[/i] with some of the more likely idiots before they became a problem would just speed the whole process up rather nicely. Once the goblin gangs were under his banner, he would have the manpower to quickly take over the other minor gangs and bring them into the fold... then the two big ones. Speed was vital to his plan in order to prevent any of the powers that be from figuring out what he was attempting to do and organizing a proper means of stopping him. 

If all went as planned, the gang element of Hyrule City would be under his thrall sometime between noon and dusk.          

Leading the way down an alleyway that lead towards the next goblin gang he wanted to 'enlighten', Ze grinned to himself as the mob was quick to follow him.