Wild doesn't know how to spar
The response from Wild was so said simply that it caught Wars completely off guard.
"No?" Wars couldn't help but echo back at the hero in a question. It only made Wild nod.
"That's right, no. I'm not going to spar."
After that, several seconds pass in complete silence and it honestly makes Wars' eye twitch.
"What's the reason?" He finally asked.
"I don't know how to." Wild replied with a simple shrug.
The answer caught Wars more off guard than the simple no from earlier.
"You don't know how to spar?"
Wild only nodded as he looked back down at the pot of food he was cooking.
"That can't be right. You said yourself you were in the military. There's no way you don't..." Wars was cut off quickly by Wild jerking his head back at him with a glare. He held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Look I know you said you don't want to talk about when you were in the army, but Wild sparring is one of the first things you're taught. I just find it hard to believe."
Wild looked at him for a long moment, before eventually turning away.
"For as long as I can remember, I have always fought for 2 things. To kill and to survive. I don't practice fighting, I don't go through spars or drills or whatever else. I put a weapon in my hands for those 2 reasons and for nothing else. I have no want to put a weapon in my hands to spar, or run weapon drills, or anything similar. that's not me and that's not who I want to be." Wild spoke simply and to the point. Which was a stark contrast to how Wars would hear the otherwise enigmatic hero would speak any other way.
"Okay, I understand. However, we need some way to understand your combat effectiveness. We can't simply have you stay in the back shooting arrows all the time. What if we're in a position where you have to fight up close. I would at least like the gauge it now so I can figure out where to put you if that happens." Wars said, hoping to find some middle ground with Wild.
Wild pondered for a moment before his face instantly lit up. "There's a monster camp we can walk to, quick trip! Let's go!"
Wars didn't have a moment to think before Wild was already on his feet and grabbing his arm to pull him towards the edge of their camp. "Hold on, we have to discuss this!"
Wild paused and looked at him with a serious face. "You're right, we need to discuss this with the group first." Wars let out a sigh in relief. "TIME WE'RE GOING TO KILL STUFF, WARS SAID IT'S OKAY. OKAY BYE!" Wild hollered over to the de-facto leader of the group before resuming in pulling the dumbfounded Wars away from the camp.
The trek to the monster camp was over quickly, and Wars wasn't sure if that was because it wasn't a great distance away or because the entire time he was thinking of all the things that could go wrong.
He and Wild stood at the top of a hill overlooking the monster camp. From a quick scan he saw 8 bokoblins, 1 moblin, a lizalfos, and... what the hell was that?
"The lizalfos and the lynel are new. No water around for the lizalfos and lynels are very territorial so other monsters never go near them." Wild noted with an intrigued hum.
"We should go get the others." Wars suggested lowly.
"Nope! We're already here. So this is how it'll go. I'll go kill stuff, you watch and you figure out your gauge of whatever it was you said. Deal?"
Wars looked at Wild with disbelieving eyes. "Are you nuts? No way are you going down there alone. Absolutely not."
"Then you be my back up. If you think it's going south, come help. How's that?" Wild suggested.
Wars held his face in his hands. "This is a bad idea."
Wild only shrugged and smiled brightly.
Wars held himself back despite all evidence telling him otherwise to either go in with Wild, or grab Wild and drag him back to camp to get back up. In the end, he let himself trust that the newest hero knew what he was doing... hopefully.
"So which one are you going to go after first?" Wars asked as he turned back to see Wild, now holding a spear.
"Why that one?" Wars couldn't help but ask.
"Because it already spotted us."
And just like that, Wars turned his gaze back downhill at the monsters and saw that the lizalfos was, in fact, staring right at them and let out a loud screech before moving towards the two of them.
A spear flying over Wars' head caught his attention. He turned back to see Wild, with no weapon now, sprinting past him, before looking back ahead of himself. The spear flew right into the shoulder of of the Lizalfos, impaling it on the shoulder of the side it held its weapon. Surely from the pain, the Lizalfos dropped it's weapon, only for Wars to watch as Wild sprinted and then sliding down low enough to grab the spear the monster dropped, and skidded to a halt behind it, to then stab the Lizalfos in the back, killing it.
Wild, then turned on his heel and, without grabbing either spear current embedded in the now dead Lizalfos, resumed his sprinting towards a pack of 8 bokoblins. In an effort that Warriors almost didn't catch, he watched as Wild's left hand, tapped and swiped at his Slate without even once looking at it as it still dangled from his belt. A flame sword appeared in his hands and he subsequently ran through the first bokoblin of the pack. The monster instantly burst into flames in front of Wild, and he backflipped away only to tap his slate again without looking.
Of all things Wars could imagine Wild summoning from his slate, he never would have thought it would be a large leaf. He watched as the moment Wild landed, he grabbed the stem of the leave with both hands and made a large sweep of it directed at the flaming bokoblin. The wind made from it somehow instantly caused the fire to spread to all 7 other bokoblins and all of them began to run wildly as they all began to burn. Wild, clearly thinking that the fire wasn't enough, made a blue bomb appear in his hands and threw it right in the middle of the panicked, burning monsters. At once, they all exploded.
Wars eyes were immediately drawn to a moblin that was coming up quickly behind Wild. He called out to Wild in alarm. Suddenly he saw Wild crouch low to the ground, his back still turned to the approaching moblin, and Wars almost felt helpless as the monster raised its weapon. Suddenly a gust of wind appeared from Wild, shooting upward, and with a quick pull of his paraglider, it lifted Wild into the air, pulling him above the moblin's weapon.
Wild put away his paraglider and instantly a giant spiked club formed in both his hands, easily larger than Wild's own body. Wild used the fall to drive the club directly onto the moblin's head, and he watched as it instantly crumbled and fell to the ground, dead. All that was left was the Lynel.
Completely undisturbed by any of it, Wild turned the Lynel. It fired a large fireball at the hero, however Wild was already on the move. He ran sideways in a large circle around the lynel, avoiding the fire ball, in-perceptively cutting his curves in so he would spiral closer to the beast. Just as he got close enough, the insane hero jumped onto the back of the lynel. The lynel began to buck and move in an effort to shake Wild off, but he held on. A sword materialized into his hand, and while holding on with one hand, he began to stab at the back of the lynel over and over again. The lynel roared in rage and pain and eventually was able to buck enough that sent Wild into the air. Only for Wild to swap his sword for a bow, time seemed to slow as Wild knocked 3 arrows into the bow and fired all three directly into the back of the lynel's head. All at once, the lynel ceased it's thrashing and dropped dead.
The entire field became silent as Wars just stared dumbly at Wild, who did happen to land on his feet and began brushing himself off.
"Okay. So how was that? Were you able to gauge my strength with that?" Wild asked as he looked at Wars inbetween moving to collect various weapons either he or the monsters left behind.
"I..." For the first time in a while, Wars was at a complete loss of words. After hearing that Wild was once in the army. He expected traditional fighting poses, methods and such. He wasn't expecting... Just whatever in Hylia he just watched. He was aware that Wild didn't like talking about his time in the army, and has stressed that he is now retired. How a 17 year old was able to retire is beyond him, but he would get to that later.
"Something wrong?" Wild asked, pausing from scooping up his 4th club from the now ashen covered bokoblins.
"I... couldn't gauge anything from... whatever that was to be completely honest." Warriors spoke plainly.
Wild stared of him blankly for a moment before a wide, manic grin appeared on his face. "Does that mean we get to do this again?"
