Nabooru's face, even if she could be seen underneath the armor, wouldn't have betrayed much of anything. There was no expression. She could only do as commanded, and she resisted too much to be given room to think on her own. No, best to keep a tight leash until later, when more work can be done. The spirited woman would use any leeway she could.

The sight of a once prosperous town in flames hurt. She would have cried, had she the freedom. Why this destruction? There was no gain in this, not even a thief would be happy. But her orders were not to be disobeyed, she charged with her sisters into the town, cutting down the men that were only trying to protect something.

Her heart ached. She tried her best not to think about what her body was doing without her.

~~~

[color=6ecff6]"My Liege! Fighting in the streets! Monsters and Gerudo march on the castle! The Gorons drum for war!"[/color]

[color=blue]"No... Evacuate the citizens! We must save as many lives as we can!"[/color] He felt so helpless, but it wasn't like he could do much, himself, anyway. Much too fat. Though, he could at least move closer...

[i]Sploooooosh[/i]

The Zora King sloshed into the pool below him, making his way to the nearest cove, so he could see things himself. His messengers would not have to travel so far, either.

[color=blue]"It is true..."[/color]

~~~

Darunia had retrieved his drums and his hammer. Not the megaton, oh no. That was kept in the temple. This one was good, too, however. He didn't wait for his brothers as he drummed out an aggressive march. As he descended the mountain, more drums joined him, echoing out to their brothers down range. The first horn sounded. Some of his brothers rolled past him as he descended. And so the Goron came.

When he could feel the drums beneath his feet, he began to roll himself.

[color=red][i] My [b]Brother[/b]![/i][/color]

He would charge the gate himself! His blood told him to see his sworn brother! As he made his way to the head of the pack, he saw them begin to raise the drawbridge. That wouldn't stop him! He barreled through their front lines, stopping for nothing, as he launched himself off of the bridge guide, on the side. He spun his spikes through the chain and shattered it, causing the other chain on the bridge to overload and break, as well. With the bridge lowered permanently, he continued to charge toward the castle. He could hear the drums, even now. Why did they sound so forboding to him?

As he approached the castle, he saw something that shook him. He unfurled for a moment and turned to see... Impa, and little Zelda? Fleeing the castle? He went right back to rolling, ever more urgency behind him.

[color=red][i]My Dear Brother![/i][/color]

~~~

Hilda lifted her head from her work. She heard something in the distance... Some kind of beat. Drums? The Goron's drums? She'd only heard them as a child, near the end of the last war... They didn't sound like this, then. All able hands were supposed to report to the checkpoint, so she left her work and went to report. She'd hitch a ride on somebody's wagon, on the way.

When she got there, things were chaos. She caught words like Gerudo, and Castle Town, and fire. None of that sat well, and nobody really seemed to know what to do. She could see the smoke from where she stood. After some hesitation, the young lady armed herself with a spear before leaving. The militia office had more of them, and they were cheaper to make, anyway. She kept the wrapping in the point, telling herself it was just a walking stick as she left. It'd be something she'd want anyway, for the mountain road to Castle Town.