Ester whipped around, preparing to sock the Goron in the face, but it appeared that Chance had gotten to him first. Her face didn't know whether to drain of color or to keep all the blood in her cheeks. She looked appalled, but at the same time, embarrassed. However, the stake through the guy's chest made her tough body feel weak. She stared, her blue eyes huge at the bloody carcase now laying on the floor. She may have said she wasn't afraid of the Twili before, but this scared her. He wasn't this volatile before!<br/><br/>Turning towards him, a look of shocked confusion clear on her face even as she removed the mask, turning back to normal. "Chance... what the hell was that?" she asked quietly and a bit nervously. After all, if he was willing to<span style="font-style: italic">murder</span>, what else was he capable of? She hugged herself, looking like she was going to be sick, and brushed past him and headed out the door.