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There was nothing more that No-Point needed to do. He allowed the weak attack to bounce off his arm as he hoisted the struggling Kokiri high in the air. It was a sublime act of dominance, and of pure cruelty, as his dying assailant was on display for all to see. The Kokiri's friends and enemies would see his ignoble passing, completely and switfly defeated, with no glory and no honour to his name.

"Hush now," the warlord said quietly through his mask, as though he were a parent comforting their child. "You will sleep soon."

His eyes never left those of his dying enemy.

There were no thoughts of mercy. No-Point had offered the gift of life once and once only. With rejection, the final decision had been made. It was merely No-Point's duty to carry out the sentence. He maintained his squeeze. Not long now, and the Kokiri champion would expire.
His arms were strong. His assailant was weak. No-Point did not have to do anything to resist the bite. His assailant's bite was simply not strong enough to puncture his wrist.

"Such a pity," the warlord said with resignation, as though saddened by his enemy's defiance. He put his free hand on his enemy's neck, tightened his grip, and lifted the Kokiri off the ground. In the end, he went from squeezing the fight out of Kokiri to squeezing the life out of him.
Ignoring the pitiful scratching against his arm, No-Point simply backhanded the Kokiri across the face. That was enough to daze him, he believed.

The warlord shifted his grip, moving his hand around the Kokiri's neck, and applied pressure. It was enough to block some oxygen from reaching the Kokiri's brain and keep him in the state of daze, but not enough to kill him or knock him out quickly.

"I will not kill you," No-Point explained, as he increased the pressure on the Kokiri's throat (Terrifyingly Powerful cliche, inducing fear). His voice was calm and tempered, the opposite of the cruelty of his actions. "Not yet." His eyes burrowed into those of his assailant. "In the future I may have use for you and your people. It is an offer. Accept, and you live. Decline... and your punishment will be more severe."
"Perhaps it is your turn to fall!" No-Point boomed as he rushed forward. The bleeding in his knee did not stop him. His ferocious fighting style demanded that he end his opponent, and end him he shall.

The advantages of the Kokiri were their size and their speed, avoiding anything thrown at them. The cowards. The fools. No-Point would take away his opponent's speed.

He reached out for a grapple, anything where he could grab on to the Kokiri and prevent him from escaping his clutches.

No-Point let out a cry of pain! He had underestimated these pesky soldiers! He would not do so twice! He fell to his knee, bleeding profusely, and waited.

Then they rushed him. Perfect.

The interference from the Gerudo caused a much needed distraction, and the spores from the deku slowed the Kokiri enough that he had time to rotate and throw one fist forward, and one to the side. Coincidentally, each fist was going to land right where a Kokiri head was about to appear. The momentum of a running Kokiri would surely compound the force of fists suddenly appearing where their heads should be, correct?

Correct. Fists collided with faces and the force of the blows sent both soldiers to the ground, reeling. The big guy saw this as a perfect opportunity to pick up one of the dazed soldiers by the neck and use his newfound club to beat the living daylights out of the other one.
Screw landing hits. No-Point was going for the jugular!

No-Point was a big guy. A strong guy. A fast guy. And Kokiri were small, and light, and weak. Sure, they were quick, but if he could get his hands on one of them, well, it would be a simple matter to use his newfound living club to lay out the beatdown on the other one.

Of course, for it to work, he'd need a ton of help.
There was a quiet thudding sound as No-Point slammed one meaty fist into his other hand. Blinded, dazed, but not out for the count, he rushed headlong towards the boar, bellowing his own terrifying battle cry. His intention? Punch it in the snout so hard it would regret ever being born.

Juggernaut versus boar, deathmatch of the century. Who would win?
No-Point sighed, his eyes looking up at the sky in a 'why me?' gesture, and pushed Boom gently aside as he took point over the giant root. The walk across was easier than he anticipated, and he expected the caravan and everyone to follow him in short order.

Now it was up to the traders to do what they were here for. But No-Point had something else in mind. He kept an eye on his explosively-minded Kokiri ally. As far as No-Point was concerned, the Kokiri owed him for keeping him alive this long. He intended to get his reward from him, in full, later. But for now, they were allies.
"Do not blow any horn until I return," No-Point instructed. With the horns out of No-Point's hands, he busied himself with hiding the body of the dead Kokiri. He hoisted the corpse over his shoulder with ease, his eye twitching slightly as he caught sight of its mangled face. "What a terrible fate..." he mused to himself as he walked back along the path they came, dusting up any dripping blood or fluid as he went. At his pace, it didn't take him that long to make good distance.

After traveling far enough from the caravan that his compatriots could barely see what he was doing, he took a turn into the grasslands. There, he dumped the body into the grass, where it was hidden from the untrained eye.

Knowing this would not be enough, he covered the corpse with patches of dirt and grime. Then, he removed the large sword on his back and stabbed it three times. The wounds of sharp iron were visible, and it would appear that the sentry had wandered off and encountered some trouble with the local wildlife. It was enough

No-Point cleaned the large weapon and returned it to his back. He also cleaned off his hands and feet. He had made very good time, and would be back before the Kokiri were there to greet the party.

"Here."

No-Point held out the objects to the small Kokiri with the penchant for explosions. "It is written in a script unfamiliar to me. Observe, and tell me what you see," he instructed Boom. "Do not blow it up now, and perhaps I will allow you to blow up something larger later."
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