Live Your Own Story in Hyrule

Irina is alive and breathing weakly but unresponsive from the shock.

_Healed up a good bit enough to get up, Gatu gets up onto his feet. He too, got shocked, but took it in stride since it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling to him. Seeing where the Master Sword fell into the water, Gatu goes and dives after it after casting a spell, creating a bubble of water around his head that'll give him plenty of oxygen._

_He saw the faint shine of its blade as it sunk, in which he quickly breaststrokes under the water before it is potentially lost- or worse- somehow drops through the barrier._

_Gatu slows down a bit, going into a coughing fit for a few moments, feeling it was difficult to breath down here than up there. While Mipha had healed the burns, there was still his fractured rib- only partially healed, but making it difficult to breath. The young warrior pushes through it as he continues after the sword, tasting his blood in his mouth. No doubt the Zora Princess was going to scold him when he returned..._

Link looks up at Gatu as he disappears into the water. He looks confused and concerned but doesn't leave Irina’s side. “Is he well enough to be in the water?”

The master sword is not too deep as it moves about in the currents. Gatu can likely reach it, but he will have to be careful to not run out of air.

Redvali grabbed up the sword in his talons and flew above the boat. "I've got it!" He called out. Wait, was that a good idea to call out? Maybe it wasn't. What if this weird creature wants this blade?! Well, it can't have it! Wait, can it even use this thing? Regardless! Red, focus!

He lands nearby Kala and presents it to her. A strange thing to do, given this blade certainly doesn't belong to her.

"Hold onto this! I think it should be safe with you right now. I'm worried I might have a bias and quite frankly, I can't tell who is who right now, so I'm letting you hold onto this as a trusted partner." And not because he desires to foist the weight of decision making and responsibiity onto her. This was strategic thinking.

Totally. Strategic.

"...Please?"

Kala looks down at the blade with clear hesitation. Even suppressed, there is something about it that feels foreign and unpleasant to her.

She looks back at Red. “You are trusting me with this?”

After a moment, she carefully takes the Master Sword, holding it away from herself at first as if expecting it to react. When nothing immediately happens, she lowers it slightly.

“Fine. I will keep it safe. But the moment your hero is able to take it back, he does.”

Mipha was more than a little disturbed at the moment. The boat is in shambles, the crew has been routed once again and the creature could be among anyone on the vessel at the moment. And perhaps worst of all, the energy she needed for healing was beginning to wane. If she couldn't help those she'd swore to protect, what good is her healing, anyway?

Disturbed isn't the word to use for her state of mind, at the moment. She was enraged. Control of the situation has slipped and needed to be brought back into order somehow.

She stood up from the deck and firmly jabbed the end of her trident into it in frustration. It was such that removing it caused some of the boarding to splinter in the motion. With both hands now secured at the haft, her eyes grew dark and cold and what rage she did have was replaced with a chilled and deadly presence.

A foced stillness came over her features and what water remained on the deck was drawn to her trident. The planks rattle from the sudden propulsion of spray that struck them as Mipha is launched into the air. She lines up her trident towards Link and Irina, using a final burst with the goal of driving the weapon through them both in one, swift impale.

Link doesn't take particular notice of what is going on until he feels the floorboards rattle, as if he can sense the presence of some powerful magic.

He looks up to see Mipha in the air pointing her trident. He rises to a crouch, unarmed but ready to react, and puts himself between the flying fish princess and the unconscious barmaid. “Your highness…” he whispers, perhaps too low for Mipha to hear.

Mipha heard nothing and perceived nothing than the resistance she felt from piercing Link's body, having plunged the trident far enough to run through him and into Irina. "This ship is in terrible condition as well as its crew. Both need to be healed. As always, it is my plesure to provide it. You are both to remain here until I can attend to your needs. I must see to it the others are also helped."

Her delivery lacked any warmth and no intentions of bringing about the healing she's known for. She plants her foot into Link's body and wrests the trident free from their bodies.

Link feels the cold steel of Mipha's trident coupled with her immense strength run through him and Irina and even the boards of the deck. He reaches out to her as the world fades to red, weakly trying to enunciate her name, “Mi… pha…” then falls to the wayside unconscious.

Revali couldn't believe what he just witnessed. He knows he saw it--it just happened! He was shocked, knowing full well this wasn't the Mipha he knew and the thought of that sickened him and further, a fear crept up within him that he had to reason with.

Quickly.

He tossed Roxanne in Fred's direction. He seemed to know more about her anyway and could look after her. He needed to do something about the princess before she could do to anyone else.

He channeled his gale to give him a burst forward in a ditch effort to tackle Mipha away from everybody.

Revali's approach was quick, but sloppy. It was unlike him to be this unrefined and she reasoned that it must be that he needs attention as well to rectify this.

Mipha sidestepped him and jabbed the staff end of her trident into his side as he passed by. Using his momentum to swing him around and slam him onto the deck. "Your form has suffered and you require attention. Until I can assist you, lay here and rest."

She spins her trident overhead and drives it down to plunge into him, much like she did to the others earlier.

"Yes! I am trusting you because far as I know, you aren't the one who hasn't gone crazy, yet!" Red admits to Kala. He flinches at feeling the spray that came from Mipha lifting off into the air. He raised his head to follow her motion and watched her come back down. An overwhelming dread caused his stomach to sink witnessing this.

He lifted his wing to shield his face from the wind left by Revali's gale and any debris that might have went along with it. Blue's liftoff was bad, really bad and he could tell. Mipha's counter against him was practically guaranteed, but his partner's intentions were justified. She needed to be stopped. Somehow.

So, he burst foward with his own gale and latched onto Mipha's trident to lift them both in the air before she could finish her strike. Maintaining his gale, he whips himself around in a circle to build up enough momentum for throwing her back down to the boat.