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All things considered, it was a peaceful day.
Well, for everyone except for Warriors. He's currently chasing Legend around camp, if you're wondering.
Oh look, there's them now.
"When I get ahold of you, Legend, I'm going to kill you."
Don't worry, he's joking. Mostly.
"That's if you can catch me, not-so-pretty boy."
Legend, with his infinite wisdom, turns around to stick his tongue out at Warriors.
He promptly runs into a tree.
Sky winces. Oops. That's definitely his fault. He really shouldn't have taught Legend how to hit people with bug nets.
In his defense, no one in Skyloft ever got upset when he whacked them with his net. But Legend definitely was not as gentle with his, so Warriors was definitely justified. Not that Sky will say that in front of Legend. Just because other Skyloftians didn't mind getting hit with bug nets doesn't mean he wants to be subject to Legend's new plans with his net. Especially since Legend has what he calls a "Super Bug Net".
"It had five times the attack power of the basic Bug Net!" Legend had gleefully exclaimed to him earlier. Now, Sky was no math genius, but last time he checked, zero times five was zero. But with how hard Legend smacked him in the head earlier, the captain would probably disagree.
Actually, amend that to definitely disagree.
"What is wrong with you?"
Sky winces for the third time in five minutes as Warriors' voice seems to crescendo from loud to impossibly loud. Even Twilight, who practically falls into a trance while grooming Epona, has his head turned in Warriors' direction. (Sky can't really judge. He does the same while grooming Crimson. Zelda's yelled at him one too many times for almost missing class because of it.)
"You could've damaged my head. Given me a concussion! Or worse, I could be DEAD!"
A few snickers can be heard around the campsite, mostly covered up by Warriors' melodramatic tendencies.
"Do YOU want to drag my corpse around while fighting monsters?"
Warriors' flair for the dramatic doesn't help to dispel Legend's smugness at all. Quite the opposite. It's almost like a seesaw. The more smug Legend gets, the more dramatic Warriors gets. At this rate, Warriors' heart is certainly going to give out.
Twilight, ever the peacemaker, tries to step in.
"Hey, hey. Cap, you're gonna be alright. The nets hurt a bit at first, but you'll get used to it."
Definitely the wrong thing to say. Unfortunately, Twilight only recognizes this when Warriors turns to him with a murderous glint in his eyes.
The campsite is still, as if nature itself were scared to disturb this fragile peace. It's the eye of the hurricane, the calm before the storm. And everyone's attention is on Warriors.
"Twilight." Warriors inhales, as if simply considering the words he's about to say are causing him physical pain.
"Tell me you haven't been hitting people with nets. I know you grew up in the countryside, but even you must recognize its impropriety." Ah yes, there's that faux diplomacy. It only ever seems to come out when Warriors is on the verge of losing it.
Poor Twilight.
The man in question relaxes. Sky doesn't understand why, and a quick look around the campsite tells him nothing either.
"Oh no, nothin' of that sort, I promise. I've just been hit with enough nets to know from first hand experience. And see, no brain damage here! You can back me up, can't ya, Epona?" As Twilight returns back to fussing over his steed, Sky looks at Warriors, who stands dumbfounded. He's never seen the captain's rage clear up that quickly.
Wait, nevermind. It's back. And this time, with company.
"Twilight, who's hitting you with nets?"
The rancher looks up and his eyebrows immediately shoot up. For good reason as well. It seems like half of the camp has channeled their inner Warriors and is now seething with utter rage. Who could ever dare to hurt Twilight? Their gentle rancher who pets all the cats he can reach? Who is always to first to comfort someone crying?
"Really, y'all don't worry need to 'bout it. Sometimes, Epona and I vacation in this little town and the mayor hits us a few times with their net 'cause they mistake us for bugs. It ain't that big of a deal, trust me."
Twilight once again returns to his grooming of Epona, who whinnies in agreement with his words.
The campsite is silent once more, but not with trepidation this time. Sky cannot quite place the feeling, but all he knows now for certain is that that mayor should really watch their back in the future. If not, they're about to experience a taste of their own medicine (and maybe copious amounts of Wild's inedible rock hard food).