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

[color=darkgreen][b] Level 5[/b][/color] - (35/50) + 1

[color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Darkest Steppe ~ Yog-Sothoth's Jurassic Fight Club Part 2: Welcome to the Emerald Nightmare
[color=darkgreen][b]Word Count: 472 [/b][/color]
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Linkle diligently went about destroying the crystalline abberations before they could explode or whatever it is they did, only stopping briefly to flop down on her back and use her legs to send the had kid flying through the air toward the thing.

It wasn't a hard job. They were just like big stones, you just had to blow them up. Simple. She'd just finished them off when that thing shot her in the back, pumping mortal terror through her brain that was getting harder and harder to shake off. It didn't help that when she looked back it was just in time to see Junior and Poppi knocked around.

Tora screamed, which was a worse sound than the clang Poppi made when she got hit, and ran up the hill toward where she'd disappeared. That's when things went weird.

She liked green. Green was a heroic color. It represented courage. She'd always found it very inspiring. It was her favorite color.

This wasn't her green. This sickly, swirling, disgusting color was anything but and it was everywhere. She was so distracted by the sudden change in scenery she didn't notice a group of the husk farmers converging on her, farm implements raised menacingly.

Luckily for Linkle Grandpa Koopa chanted a magic spell and all around her the dead rose from their graves, throwing themselves against the stony skin of the husks and distracting them from their target. She saw the...stalphos? Koopas? Staloopas! She saw the Staloopas trying their very hardest, but they just didn't have the strength to bring the farmhands down. The hillside turned into a stalemate, a perpetual battle between the dead and those that should be dead, while the thing screeched in the background and the distorted green swirled in the sky.

Hold on, was this actually a nightmare?

The thing that broke through the stalemate certainly was the stuff of nightmares. Brushed, bloody, and utterly enraged, Bowser charged through the fighting and past Linkle to take out his anger on the thing. 

She looked down at the husk farmers he's smashed, already putting themselves back together as more crystals. She decided to preempt them this time, firing bombs at the area and breaking them before they were fully formed. Then, considering how little her arrows had been doing to the monster again, thought she'd be better served mopping up these guys before they realized the staloopas just put themselves back together whenever they went down and went after anybody that was actually hurt. 

So she threw herself into the middle of the undead battle, the tips of her bows shining red as she swung her arms. Bombs flew all around her, exploding on husks but leaving the Staloopas miraculous unharmed and able to do other things.

She could feel power building in her with each hit the husks took.