She clenched her jaw, a sudden dizziness striking her as the pungent smell of the blood filled her lungs, nearly throwing up as she took a step towards Tundra, "You, okay?"
"I'm used to it, so it doesn't affect me," he said simply as he started dragging the body towards the ocean as Hirune paced behind. "By the way, I hope you know you can talk to Namulenza in your head. You don't have to say it out loud, trust me, I speak from experience."
"From experience?" He let go of the body as a wave came in, hoping it'll take the body without him having to do much work, "Yep. From experience, my artifact holds the dragon Cuélebre within it. How did a dragon learn how to speak? No clue, I just know all it takes is me thinking of a response to them in my head and they'll hear it."
"I see, well thank you for the advice," she said as the wave pulled back, the body unmoving. "Oh, and if you don't mind, and if it's not too personal, I'm curious, who's Cuélebre?" She asked as Ellen and Kala walked over, Kala going to check on Clint.
"I don't know that much, he refuses to tell me anything besides the basic stuff. You'd have better luck asking her or somehow getting into my head and asking him directly which is impossible," he responded dryly as he made a slide of ice to push the body on it and not get wet.
'You *can* get in his head though!' Namulenza echoed in her head as she looked at Ellen, "Can you tell me about him? If Tundra is okay with it of course."
"Well, considering his response he was willing to tell you, so he probably is fine with it," Ellen said as she cleared her throat before starting again:
""Cuélebre is a large serpentine dragon with horns, with scales so thick that it could only be killed by wounding it in the throat or making it eat something that could hurt it, and large bat-like wings. He'd steal villagers, mostly young ladies and destroy villages, sometimes not even bothering to do it himself and causing people to grow so mad that they did it themselves. people used to throw young girls down the well every month in order to please him, yet it was very futile as it rarely worked; In fact, it would instead make him destroy the village to get more. He was finally put down in the late 16th century, when muskets were slowly getting more into use, yet knights were still decently common. One day an old hidalgo was traveling near the next village Cuélebre planned to pillage, he was armed with a lance made of a large and sturdy tree branch, and armor with a faceplate made of cardboard, his trusty steed having a large satchel in which the butt of a matchlock musket sticking out, and by what his rantings sounded like, he seemed to deem himself a knights. It was a hidalgo that had gone completely mad against the legendary Cuélebre; When Cuélebre attacked the hidalgo charged at him on his trusty steed Rosinante and attempted to ram his lance deep into its stomach, yet the dragon didn't even feel it and kept moving, pulling the hidalgo along for a second and knocking him and his horse over. He proceeded to pull out the matchlock musket, which was already loaded, and shot at the dragon's face, aiming for its eye yet barely missing. This caught its attention and it turned towards the hidalgo, as the hidalgo prepared to face challenge the beast head on with his 'faulty' lance, a young girl threw him her comb and yelled out, "You can either try to aim for its throat with your lance or throw my comb into its mouth! That's its weak spot!" Cuélebre, provoked by the young girl's words launched its large serpentine body towards her, ready to swallow her whole, but the girl was seemingly spared by the gods, as the hidalgo had already mounted his trusty steed again and reached her before Cuélebre did; the hidalgo then swiftly threw the comb into Cuélebre's mouth while picking up the girl and galloping away. The combs bristles got lodged into the inside of Cuélebres throat, killing the legendary beast and relieving the villagers of all of the suffering that was to come. The hidalgo never did reveal his name to the people of that village, all they knew is that some random mad old hidalgo had saved them, and they were forever grateful to him."
"They also didn't know how that girl knew Cuélebre's weak spot because she claimed it was as though the gods had told her themselves, blah blah, yada yada, yeah no I'm putting decaf in this cappuccino. They may not have known that hidalgos name, but I sure do. He's the legendary "knight" of La Mancha, Don Quixote," Ellen exclaimed finishing the story.
Hirune took in a long deep breath, "Okay before I freak out, I've just got to say, you somehow made learning history fun. But Now I'm going to freak out and fangirl to the max."
She squealed, "Don Quixote?! You mean as in THE Don Quixote? The legendary "knight" of La Mancha? THat Don Quixote? ahem, ahem, my voice cracked a bit- As I was saying, That Don Quixote?!"
"Yeah?" Ellen responded nervously while forcing a smile at her, "I take it you're a fan of his...?"
"A fan? I am his biggest fan! The whole reason I read it was because someone told me as a kid that my last name was the same as his name, so I decided to read it and ever since I've been obsessed! In fact, he's one of my biggest inspirations! He's the second- used to be second, I mean third largest reason I'm so obsessed with people getting their justice! Which sure he's not the best role-model, I mean, like... A mad hidalgo that believes he's a knight? Not really the best thing to have a little kid that's extremely literarily advanced to read but here I am, still he's my role-model and I LOVE him! Not like that though! He's my favorite character in all of fiction! Sancho was also pretty cool, top 5-"
"I get it, I get it you love the book, but we don't really have time for you to be fangirling so much, especially out in the open. An assassin could walk up any second," Tundra interrupted.
"Oh... yeah right..."
"But you can get back to fangirling when we go back home, well, the base... Also one of my last names is also Cuélebre, kind of like your Quixote thing."
"YA- Ahem, sorry, I almost got loud there. That'd be bad, cool last name situation though."
"Yeah... Well, um, for now, we need to figure out why those assassins are after us and who hired them."