[center][color=darkgreen][h3]Linkle[/h3][/color]

[color=darkgreen][b] Level 4[/b][/color] - (29/40) +2

[color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Open Road

[color=darkgreen][b]Word Count: 1053 [/b][/color][/center]

[@Lugubrious][@Dawnrider][@Stekkmen][@thedman][@DracoLunaris]
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Linkle had been wrong. It was not as exciting watching Agoston crush a man as it had been to see him crush a car.

She had lowered both of her bows, content to give the man the minute he'd asked for to catch his breath, when she'd heard a shout of "watch out Linkle" and took an instinct I've jump back from her opponent. She'd expected to see the guy pulling some trick, but it was actually just Agoston coming down on him like a Death Mountain avalanche. 

"Darn it, Agoston, I was gonna give him a chance to swing at me." She said as the centurion rolled off a man that was very obviously never going to rise again. She wasn't distraught or angry about what the Centurion had done, but more annoyed. She couldn't bring herself to feel bad about what happened to the sorcerer. He'd demolished her beautiful steed before she'd even given it a name, and had been planning on much worse. You play villainous games, you win villainous prizes. 

Still, she started forward to at least give him the dignity of someone hearing his last words. It was the least she could do as his opponent. Luckily, though, she wasn't the only one with that idea.

Princess Peach knelt at the mans side, and held his hand as he began to disintegrate. Something between a dreamy sigh and a squeal of amazement welled up in the back of her throat and, reading the room, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands to hold it in. To have such a caring heart as to give comfort to even a man like this in his final moments was classical princess, the sort of noble and beautiful soul the existed only in old legends. It was like seeing a page from a story book playing out in front of her eyes.

Those wonder struck eyes of hers were quickly drawn kkyward as a veritable geyser of spirits erupted from the sorcerer's body. She uncovered her mouth as the torrent of rainbow light disappeared to wherever spirits went when no one took them. She let out a high whistle of respect. "Wow," she said breathlessly. "He was really tearing them up out here, huh?" She looked back down at the swords laying in the dust. "I wonder why he only used the one?" She reached down and picked one up, weighing it in her hand before he attention was arrested by the return of the Koopa King.

She hadn't expected that hit to have killed Bowser, but she was relived he was back up and bossy as ever all the same. As the younger Koopa surveyed the damaged monster kart and the older tried to rally the rabbits she giggled. "Sorry your majesty." She called over to Bowser as they both watched the rabbit kart swerve this was and that on it's long rout back to them. "I think I riled them up a little."

It wasn't long before her attention was swung back to the princess, this time by a scream and a flash of light that left in her place something radically different from the princess classic she'd been admiring not a few seconds ago. Linkle just kind of gawked, at a loss for words. Her transformation hadn't been as radical as this. All new outfit, all new hairdo, and an awesome tan were insane compared to Linkle's puny ears. She wanted to ask the princess whether she felt a little more dark and witchy than before, but held her tongue when she considered that she didn't feel any more rabbity after her own transformation. What was more interesting was the power she mentioned before walking to her kart. 

"She can take spirits out of us?" She wondered aloud. Her ears seemed to droop as she considered the implications of that, before she knocked herself lightly on the head. "Don't worry little buddy, you're not going anywhere. Even if you're driving me deaf." They seemed to bounce back up at that, though whether that was due to Linkle's own cheering up or something else breathing a wholly theoretical sigh of relief was anyone's guess.

The Princess wasn't the only one that had gotten a dramatic transformation, either. As she watched Poppy and Tora wander off she wondered who in this battle Poppy had absorbed to make her look like [i]that[/i]. As she watched she tired to twirl the sword she'd picked up and felt it slip from her grasp and tumble to the ground. She grunted in annoyance. She wasn't really a sword person. She didn't know why, it seemed like an easy thing to pick up. What could be so complicated about "hya, hya, hyaaaaaaa!" She'd practiced with sticks against the village boys when she was little, but had never been able to work it out. Mostly it had just made her dizzy. 

"Hey Agoston, you want-" she started, only to hear the Centurion motor off into the distance. She sighed and picked up the other sword. May as well hold onto them then. She could probably store them in Juniors clown kart.

Speaking of Junior she made her was over to him and the monstrous truck. She'd heard the plan to repair this thing. A lot of the others seemed content to move on, but she found Franklin and Michael hanging around the wreck while Donnie scrutinized the other kart she had never really seen all that well and the Kid in the Hat ran around looking for anything that had been dropped. "I'm willing to hang around for a while if you guy want to try and put this back together." She said to Franklin and the little Prince, looking around at the scrap piles and parts that now dotted the roadway. "It'll be like kart salvage two. Probably with less monsters though. I think that sorcerer must have wiped out everything around here." 

She got a good look at Michael though, and pulled the Lon Lon Milk out of her pants. "Just in case though, here." She said, uncorking it and handing it to him. Cool air rose out of the bottle, the milk having remained miraculously chilled even in thus heat. You look like you could use a drink. It's real nutritious, should patch you right up."