"Find Lethe," Ike said quickly, breaking off into a sprint to follow after Lyre. It's not that he didn't want to trust her, but he knew that Ganondorf wouldn't leave his concubines alone-Ike's heels dug into the dirt as his blade rolled forward on his shoulders, his eyes darting to the right as the bushes rustled and a solid, ringing impact of steel filled the night sky. Sparks raked across Gurgurant as Ike parried took a step back with a surprised huff.
"Ezka," Ike said, eyes narrowed faintly as the armor clad Dark Hylian advanced forward with a determined expression. Ezka, one of the many children of Ganondorf who rose to prominence in his army. Fanatically loyal to Medusa and Ganondorf, as many Dark Hylians were.
"General," Ezka said coldly. "Or should I say, Ex-General...you know better than to touch what isn't yours." There was a fury in his eyes that Ike could see as he relaxed his stance, sword pointed forward. Their betrayal had not been taken well, that much he knew. Ezka had always been an exceptional solider, and a leader. He shuddered to think what the army was doing under him, of all people.