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The voice filled the minds of the tardy party, its tone patient and gentle, but still retaining the same sense of urgency as before. As they neared the steps leading to the entrance of the ominous Shadow Temple, a slim figure emerged quickly from the opening. 

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As the figure stopped at the head of the stairs, it became immediately evident that it was a shiekah. Donning standard black and blue shiekah armor, unremarkable yet practical, a long signal orange scarf wrapped around their head and pinned at the shoulders spilled behind them almost like a tail. Bandages engulfed the stranger’s forearms and hands and a pair of intricate twin blades, one noticeably larger than the other, peaked out from behind their back. 

Beneath the scarf, bandages could also be seen wrapped around the forehead and crossing over the right eye. The left eye, bright red with long lashes, stared down at the group in mild surprise. A black mask completely covered the rest of the strangers face from the bridge of their nose down. The Eye of Truth in red marked their leather breastplate. It was nigh impossible to determine whether the shiekah was male or female. Their frame was very lean and muscular with legs that seemed to better resemble bamboo poles than human appendages. From what little skin could be seen, they seemed almost sickly fair. Nonetheless, the shiekah seemed to demonstrate strength as they stood there openly, rigid as a tombstone with head held high.

They stood there for only but a moment before leaping over steps and people alike, racing out of the graveyard without a single word of acknowledgement to anyone.

Upon ascending the steps and making their way past the entrance shrouded by a cold curtain of darkness, the group would find themselves inside a large room filled with many torches. Each torch flickered with a mysterious blue flame. At the head of the room, rubble from a once large and ornate door lay at the foot of the opening which led to a long hallway with an endless ceiling. No further instructions came by way of the voice. The way was clear. 


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Though the mighty beast had no mouth with which to scream, its hand recoiled in pain as a ball of fire was hurled into its open palm before it could grasp the Poe. The deku nut thrown by Veitaru didn't quite reach Bongo Bongo's eye, but it did cause the petal like flaps surrounding it to close momentarily. Then, its torso and eye completely vanished from view. Only the shining golden armor remained visible. 

Nonetheless, the drumming continued. That is, until Noi threw off the beat.  Landing beside Noi at the same moment he forced his weight into the drum, the extra tension launched Veitaru much higher than usual. The drumming paused as the other hand balled itself into a fist and launched towards Noi before his body could hit the drum a second time. It punched him clear off the platform while Veitaru landed atop the gleaming gold plates that protected the knuckles, presenting her with the chance to grab hold or else face the same fate as the hulking robot. 

The burnt hand hovered in place, fingers arched as it recovered from the Poe's fiery blast. The shallow scorch marks were healing before Lev's eyes. 


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[@GreenGoat] [@POOHEAD189] [@Kessir Tarkin] Like the group before you, you guys will have some time for conversation if you want to collaborate in a pad or something. It's a long ass hallway. Just make sure you guys end it before you reach the end so I can take it from there.

[@Dervish] [@The 42nd Gecko] [@jasonwolf] As mentioned previously, Bongo Bongo will be fully controlled by the GMs. The success of every hit must be cleared by myself or Jenno. We will be collaborating the rest of the fight with you guys in the pad.

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