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Amidst the hustle and bustle of downtown Clocktown, among the shifting crowd there was one individual who stood out, or rather, didn't. Every person but one was dressed brightly and engaged in vivid conversation with his or her neighbor, but a tall cloaked person standing by a side alley was neither.

A small child in a blue bandanna rushed out of the alleyway, not looking where he was going. He collided with the figure, catching himself on the rough brown fabric of the cloak.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry!" He said apologetically.

"Yeah, whatever kid," came the gruff reply, "Just get outta my sight."

The Bomber nodded quickly, then rushed off. As he rounded the corner he reached into his pockets to see his spoils. He had managed to cop a good sized Rupee purse off the man.

What a moron, he thought as he poured the contents into his open hand.

His eyes widened, however, as not Rupees, but rocks bounced into his palm. Amongst them was a note that said only:

Keep practicing.

Meanwhile, the man had strolled off down the alley, humming a catchy tune to himself and spinning a dagger around his fingers.

Her teeth had barely met the crust when a strange little creature (or rather, a creature of roughly the same size as her) knocked it out of her hand out of spite. It laughed a high, squeaky laugh and darted off, dragging blackish green... things as it ran.

High above him, perched on a scaffold, was a brown zora man. He nervously twirled a dagger around his fingers as a scowl crept into his fishy features.

"Dammit," he swore to himself, "I told that moron to keep a low profile."

Boa Boa weaved in and out of the crowd, dodging through the crowd as though he were back in the woods. Pink, fleshy woods but the woods nonetheless. He looked back to see if his pursuer was still on his tail.

He let out an "Urp!" when he saw that the large, muscular, armed man who had been following him had been replaced by an angry looking girl.

"Erg," He squeaked to himself, "I've been spending too much time in the city. I'm starting to be able to tell the fleshy meatbags apart.

He whipped out a parasite vine and slung himself up onto the roof of a nearby vendor's stall and hopped over to the building next to it, sure he had finally solved his fleshy pink problem this time around.

Boa Boa was a tad surprised at the meatbag's agility, but not about ready to give up. He slung two vines rapidly around a couple of nearby clothesline posts and leaned back. When they reached maximum tension he retracted them, flinging himself forward like a slingshot. As he flew he whipped out another vine to latch onto a passing cart and pulled himself into the back, where he hid among the hay.

High above, the stealthy watcher decided to take some action. He pulled forth from his cloak his cheapest throwing knives. He didn't want to bother using his expensive homing knives, so he threw these manually. They cut through the air with nary a whisper, two of them stabbing into the back of the girl's shoes and pinning her to the wall while the last hit her on the back of the neck handle end first, dealing a sharp concussive blow to her nervous system.

[A little God modey, I know, but it is two on one, I have the element of surprise, and every decent hero gets their share of hard battles, usually in the beginning. I ain't gonna kill you just yet though...]

syron stood there watching the pretty clouds when he noticed pretty objects flying through the air and smile obsesed with the thought of shiny things he jumped up on a building and ran torwds the shinys raming through buildings and finely made one last jump on top of a building landing right above the pinned down girl and pick out the two dagger holding her feet and stoped her from falling and then sat down and played with the shinys

(I guess that means he put me down on the roof.)

Rido hopped to her feet as quickly as she could, pulling her tiny sword from its sheath as the zora landed on the goron's neck. Her head still ached from hanging upside down, but she was fairly sure she could still fight.

Gibrosia, after assessing the damage his attack had done, gripped the back of the Goron's head by it's hair and leapt over it's shoulder, violently planting it's face in the dirty stone tile as he landed in a crouch. He flipped his free kuhkri up to do a precise little twirl around the girl's blade. The larger, thicker knife battered the little sword harshly as he attempted to disarm her. As he did all this, he inconspicuously dipped his whiskers in the little pouch of poison he had on his bandoleer. It was a powerful neurotoxin from a deep sea fish, and could induce paralasis in minutes, followed by death by asphyxiation if not treated; a very nasty poison.

Then again, Gibrosia was a very nasty person.