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

[color=darkgreen][b] Level 5[/b][/color] - (36/50) + 2

[color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Darkest Steppe ~ Yog-Sothoth's Jurassic Fight Club Part 3: The Return
[color=darkgreen][b]Word Count: 957 [/b][/color]
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Linkle grinned weirdly as she duck back under the swing of one of the husk farmers looking to take her head off. It was because one of the staloopas was clinging to the things back, slamming its skull over and over into the back of the things head. All around her things like that were happening. It was weirdly comforting to have these things around beating on her enemies. She'd thought the fight earlier today had been nostalgic, but a allied army was really the missing element needed to make a fight like a sick parody of what she was used to.

Then again, she didn't have to feel [i]bad[/i] when the staloopas [i]died[/i] because they just put themselves back together!

The oddness of that though gave her pause for a moment, and almost got her hit by a hand full of stone seeds the farmhand pulled from his overalls and threw her way. She slid back this time, narrowly avoiding them as they hit the ground with a series of popcorn like pops, realising color and a vile yellow gas that disaster quickly. Another Farmhand came up beside her and swung at her head but she jerked back and avoided that one too, her bow tip flaring red as she delivered a point blank explosion that scattered the farmer into a million pieces. A second bomb blue up the crystal already forming as more farmhands advanced and made her move again.

It was weird how naturally her body moved when these things came at her. A battle in the middle of a large group like this was like a perilous dance where you'd have to trip and hurt yourself a few times before you learned all the steps. This dance, though, felt familiar. Something in the rhythm of their movements, the timing of their advances, and the ordering of their attacks, made her feel like she had already learned this dance. The music was different but the steps were largely the same. 

It suddenly hit her like a hoe to the side of the head as one moved forward from behind another and swung, nicking the side of her head and leaving a cut across her temple. "What do you guy have to do with the fish people?" She said, more bewildered that in pain from the strike. 

Her line of though was broken as Tora and Poppi exploded back onto the scene, slamming into husks with gusto. Her immediate thought, slipping in right in front of relief that they were okay, was offence at them intruding on her perfect nightmare. They might get hurt by these things and if she was being perfectly honest Linkle did. Not.[i] Think. She. Could. [b]Deal. With. That. Right. Now. [/b] [/i] Not in this swirling green, not while fighting these fish husks, and not while looking at their weird floating friends.

Because they'd killed enough of them to draw out the commanders now, and so the tempo got faster. The ones with the whips drove the farmers forward, one of them even powering through a barrage of bolts to slam her in the stomach with a forward thrust. She gritted her teeth, spinning around and sending the the thing clattering to the ground with a heel to the side of the head. At that moment a whip came flying over the farmers shoulder, flexible as rope and yet hard as stone, cutting through the undersuit and skin underneath to leave a deep bleeding gash going up her leg. She faltered, stepping back from the thing and firing off a pain of bombs at it. When the dust cleared, though, it was cracked but standing. Commanders were made of tougher stuff.

Worse than them were the scarecrows, whose wordless visages alone tugged harder at the already fraying edges of her psyche. It was made all the more terrible when she heard the Thing arc with lightning again and felt the bolt shoot right up into her mind and push her to the edge. She stood now on the brink, ready to fall. Whether she broke or bounced was up to fate.

Luckily for everyone, the greatest source of the insanity surrounding them screamed and fell. The disgusting color exploded out of the Things, seemingly escaping into the sky as it fell and sapping the will from the husks that surrounded them. She let out a loud, shaky laugh at the sight of it and the unfamiliar stars that now shone like diamonds in the sky. Goddesses, she had never though coming into this that she would be relieved to see those again.

Then she heard a soft plop and looked over to see Tora, flopped over, cradled in the arms of his Blade. An obvious target for even the demoralized husks. It was obvious where their attention was turning.

Linkle ignored the pain in her bad leg, sliding under another whip as it cut through the air aiming at her neck to make it to the pairs side. She looked around as the husks advanced, now that the three that had been fighting them were all grouped up. She waited for them to float and lumber forward. 

"I told you I would pay you back." She said, feeling the power well up in her. She stared up at the floating, scarecrow like husks. "And I told you to stop making me feel things!" For the third time since coming to this world Linkle went off like a bomb, covering the area around her with a circle of arrows and a dome of firey force to put down any of the husk that were left that would dare try to hurt her friends.