[center][color=darkgreen][h1]Linkle[/h1][/color][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen][b] Level 7[/b][/color] - (11/70) + 3


[color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Devil's Casino 
[color=darkgreen][b]Word Count: 1847 [/b][/color]
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Pirouletta began to dance across the table across the table at Linkle once again but this time Linkle didn't run away. Instead Linkle charged forward to meet her, crossbows raised. As she approached Pirouletta lashed out with a kick, but at was what Linkle had been watching for. Quick as a rabbid she ducked under the kick and jumped forward under her opponent, twirling under and shooting with reckless abandon. Just as many bolts went into the tabletop as went into Pirouletta's backside, but she was still sent jumping in pain as Linkle rolled with her landing and came back up behind her another herself for another run.

Pirouletta swung around, suppressing fury and pain as she assumed her stance in turn. The two charged one another again, but instead of attacking with a kick she did something Linkle couldn't have expected. She crouched, bending her legs and sending the noodly appendage sweeping across the table at her. This kneeless knee strike caught Linkle both completely off guard and right across the face, sending her sprawling across the table and skidding over a nearby pile of fallen chips.

Linkle hopped up, shaking her head. In front of her, in the pile, she saw a little white head pop out for just a moment before looking at her and slipping back between the fallen chips. Had the cucoo been biding its time in there ever since the dancer had kicked it into the pile? Smart little birdie, that one. 

The dancer beyond was raising her hands above her head again, preparing to make the most of the distance she'd put between them to rain balls down on Linkle. Linkle considered grabbing one of those big poker chips herself, using that as an umbrella to whether the storm, when suddenly a tremor shot through. It threw Linkle only a little, but the dancer nearly tumbled to the floor and it was only with great effort that she was able to get her rubber hose limbs under her again. 

For the moment both of them forgot that they were in a fight, looking around in confusion at what could have caused that. The audience of spectral hands that Linkle had before found so ominous seemed just as shocked as they did, and in a moment some even reached down to the table to scoop up a pile of chips before vanishing into the haze with the sound of pounding footfalls, and she could just barely make out voices that seemed to be coming from far away.

Linkle was only brought back to the situation when she heard a distinct rattling sound. She looked back down at Pirouletta, who didn't seem to think such things were any reason to stop her assault.  Soon the balls were raining down all around them. Linkle dodged to the side as one crashed down right where she'd been standing, spinning to avoid another that bounced off the table and rolled away. She heard about this sort of thing happening on Death Mountain, the hero bravely moving forward amidst the anger of the Volcano itself. She supposed this was good training for if she ever had to go there, but right now she didn't have that kind of time. Something had clearly happened and she needed to end this.

Luckily the dancers flailing earlier gave Linkle an idea as to how. She rushed forward, over the chip pile, dodging between the falling balls to get just a little bit closer. Jumping forward her hair flashed blue as she landed in a kneeling position and willed the ground to freeze. A thin layer of ice began to spread across the surface of the table toward where the dancer spun.

She never stood a chance. The ice crept right under her shoe and quickly speed outward in a circle around her like a spotlight. Pirouletta foot swept right out from under her as she found herself dancing on a frozen stage. Her limbs flailed in wild ways, almost tying themselves in knots as she desperately tried to keep herself upright.

Linkle wasn't going to chance her succeeding. She jumped backwards, onto the chip pile, and stomped her foot. With a surprised "bawk!" the cucoo hiding in there jumped up, pushing the chip Linkle was on upward. She jumped with it, sending herself flying into the air toward Pirouletta with her for foot extended. She screamed as she shot down, her leg connecting right about the dancers big gold nose and leaving a chilly imprint as she kicked off. That was too much for the dancer. She was knocked completely off her feet and sent thundering to the table.

Linkle flew above her, pointing her crossbows down to deliver the final blow. The tips flashed a bright light, but instead of the red she had been expecting the tips flashed blue. She pulled the triggers and instead of bombs the bolts she fired were also tiled blue. They slammed into Pirouletta, letting out a wave of cold instead of heat and causing ice to encase the dancer's body and most of her left arm. 

Linkle landed nearby as her opponent tried to get up, pushing against the surface of the table with her legs and remaining arm, but it was clear that she was frozen to the surface of the table. Frustrated, she let her limbs flop to the tabletop and sighed.

Linkle took a moment to marvel at her crossbows before holstering them. "Yes!" She shouted, jumping into the air in celebration. The one remaining pair of hands still watching the battle began to give a polite golf clap, which prompted Linkle to give a short bow as her Cucoos ran up to her. "Thank you!" She yelled up to it, before she reached up to her head and ran two fingers affectionately down one of her rabbit ears and through her hair. "And thank you." She said quietly, not just to the Cucoos. 

Job done she eagerly looked around for the portal out of this place, but couldn't find it. She looked all around, tapping her foot, but it didn't seem to be showing up. Maybe it had something to do with that tremor earlier. Or maybe this fight would result in the Winny roll, and the guild master was pulling a fast one by pretending she hadn't won yet. Maybe he was even pulling more monsters out to fight her friends as she was just standing here. 

She turned to the spectral hands. "Do you guys know what's taking so long?" That hands were gone though, having pulled away into the haze. She stamped her foot. "Hey, come back!" She yelled. "That better not have been you you big blockhead! We don't have time for you to cheat."

Linkle spent the next minute or so wandering around the edge of the table, wondering if maybe she could ride a cucoo over the edge and try to find her way around. There wasn't any fire here at least. As she focused on trying to make out any sort of floor she could reach she felt something tugging at her hair. "Girls, not now. I'm thin-"

She was suddenly jerked back though the air, letting out a yelp of pain before being slammed on the table top like a sack of grain. From where she was managed to open one eye and spot the long, thin arm of Pirouletta and the cheeky grin on the half frozen dancers face. While Linkle had been trying to find a way out Pirouletta had stretched out her arm like a snake and caught her. Her mind boggled! that was...this...what, had she never given up?

Oh. Ohhhhhhh.

Of all the no good dirty low down stall tactics in the history of the universe!

"Gyaahhh." Linkle said as she was lifted into the air again and slammed for a second time. "I want you to know something." Linkle said coldly, lifting her head from the table. The icy stare she gave the dancer seems to drop the temperature in the room for twenty degrees. "This is the worst decision you've ever made."

She was lifted up into the air again, but this time there was a lurching feeling as though she were flying up, up, up, into the air. When she came down she felt herself smash into the edge of something, then three fluffy things landed on and rolled clucking off onto the floor.

There was a floor now, Linkle realized as she got her breath back. She could feel solid ground under her feet as she pushed herself up off what she'd landed on. Below her she was surprised to see the green table that had just been her battleground, the still frozen and now considerably smaller dancer staring up at her with a few stands of Linkle's sparkling blue hair still clutched in her grip. Linkle leaned in, looming over her. "Well?"

The dancer released her. "When." She said.

Linkle nodded, then took Pirouletta around the midsection and wretched her off the table no real care of whether it was comfortable for her. "You're coming with me for now. Try to get away and I'll let Nayru and Farore eat you." She turned the dancer toward the two cucoo she had thrown and kicked around, and they puffed up their feathers in anticipation. It was more her tone that made Pirouletta give her new captor a nervous nod than anything. Linkle didn't even sound angry, just like she was stating a fact. 

Only after these ground rules did Linkle start to look around and take stock of the situation. She was in a big flashy room full of tables and colorful machines, surrounded by a great many confused monsters and a bunch of people that were struggling to their feet. She recognized some of them, but there were a lot more here than when she'd left. She hopped up on the table to get a better look around. The Sheriff had shown up in force!, along with her companions she could see Din, Ryu, Agoston, Euden, that nice girl with the gun that had been rolling out to help them with the fish people, was that Four. Legendary. Heroes!?!

Linkle could feel her bad mood slipping away, her hair slowly fading back into its natural color as she looked over them. Rick had really come through. She jumped up and down a little on her table. "You all came to rescue us!" She shouted happily. "Oh man, Death? Is that you? Where have you been?" She suddenly gasped. "Mr. Lee!" She dove off the table, making sure to clutch Pirouletta tight to her chest as she picked her was through the crowd to reach Donovon. "You guys had me so worried. I was trying to come rescue [i]you[/i]. Is everybody okay?"