>>6151923>>6151929>>6152164>>6152240Moving swiftly Impa leaps upon the nearest hand and brings her dagger down upon its carapace. The creatures body starts to shimmer green and Impa’s dagger fails to penetrate hand. Undaunted she slides her blade down the beast’s body until her blade catches at the hand’s thumb joint, at a break in the carapace. Still locked tightly around its prey, the hand continues to ascend heedless of Impa’s attacks. Clambering atop the monster, she rides the hand up as it ascends, continuing to pry at the thumb joint. Before the hand can rise perilously high, Impa finally succeeds in wedging her dagger between the break in the carapace. Lifting her off hand high, she slams her palm onto her dagger’s pommel and drives the point deep into the thumb joint. The creature halts its ascent finally reacting to the pain. Impa doesn’t let up, leveraging her legs she prys at the joint until, with a tearing of flesh and a sickening pop, the thumb comes free. The monster lets out a chittering squeal and drops back to the ground. It stops shining and releases its victim, attempting to roll and writhe away. It doesn’t get far though as several other Sheikah leap onto it and drive their blades through its carapace killing it.
All around other Sheikah are attempting to free their friends, either weighing the creatures down with their bodies, slowing their ascent, or in one case wrapping a rope around one of the hands and tying it to a nearby tree. “Aim for the breaks in the carapace, at the finger joints!” Impa shouts. “Dismember them.” What follows is a horrible cacophony of shrieking monsters and the pops of dislocated and severed fingers. Hauling their injured friends to their feet, Impa orders everyone to move on, pressing on from the ambush. As they escape Impa braces for the surrounding monsters to pounce, but no subsequent attack comes. Instead Impa witnesses the myriad shapes and shadows pounce on the slain and grievously injured hand monsters. It would seem that these monsters care not what or where their meal comes from.
The rest of the journey passes in only mild terror, while the pursuit is no longer braying for their blood, A few shadows still follow after them, watching and waiting until the light of the morning sun chases them away.
“By the Goddesses, what it that.” A scout swears.
Now in the light of day, it can be seen clearly. Lying directly in front of the column is a large square of pure darkness stretching almost to the limits of vision. “That is our destination,” Impa says “The Barrier of Twilight.”
You have finally arrived, what do you do?
>Take your team and go in now, before the enemy has a chance to detect your presence. If they haven’t already.>Perform some preliminary scouting and rest, your strike team. needs sometime to rest and prepare for what comes next>[Write In] 