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

[center][color=darkgreen][b] Level 7[/b][/color] - (37/70) + 2 [/center]

[center][b]Location:[/b] The Land of Adventure ~ Spiral Mountain
[b]Word Count: 771  [/b]
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Linkle didn't have any wounds that needed healing, but she did take the time in the aftermath of the battle to stop by at the dispensary Blazermate had thrown up. The marvelous machine chugged at her approach and spit out a cluster of arrows for her. Seeing as they were in short supply the girl hung around until it had dispensed an even thirty-six which she stored in one of her pouches. She also took the time to find her cucoos, who had group up together behind one of the Brother Grimm's massive tires, and coax them out so she could present them to Blazermate for healing.

The group made their way deeper into the canyon the monsters had been guarding so fervently, through winding passes and canyons and air that seemed thick and heavy as soup. She could only compare it to the Color. The big black ball they were steadily advancing toward was [i]wrong[/i] in a similar way. With the Color at least you could try to ignore it, avert your eyes to keep it from getting in. Here the wrongness was everywhere, bearing down from all directions. A pressure that you couldn't escape. Maybe it was good that she'd gotten acclimated to this sort of wrongness on the hilltop though. At the very least she didn't feel afraid.

It turned out she really should have. 

The feeling of wrongness didn't disappear even as they emerged onto a quaint hilly plain carved out of the middle of the canyon, dominated by a giant stone witches head and the black bubble just beyond. They only had a few moments to take that in before what Linkle pegged as the real source of the unease made himself known. The hand. 

He floated there above the spiral mountain, gloating just like a villain should and throwing down another obstacle in their path to one of Galeems precious champions. This was no hand selected cruelty like last time, however, throwing people into a fight for their lives against people they loved. This was just something that was hard.

He plopped a tower on the top of the mountain, six figures dotting its ramparts. Three people with rifles, one with a giant crossbow, one with a giant [i]everything[/i] and one that was terrifyingly familiar. Linkle started, transfixed by the boy in the blue tunic. She didn't know him from any legend, hadn't read about him in any of Hyrule's history, but from her dream his identity was unmistakable. "Guys." She said, pointing a shaking finger at him. "I'm up there!"

It took Peach's command to break her gaze from the boy. She didn't need much of an explanation for what "scatter" meant. There might have been one of her up there, but he was flanked by three Michaels. She'd seen the sort of damage a single Micheal could do. Linkle immediately sprinted for the edge of the canyon wall, diving behind a nearby cliff wall. She turned to take count of her cucoos, who had turned out to be right on her heels, and that gave her enough time to spot Euden just standing there. She was about to call out, but could only gasp in horror as one of the marksmen drew a bead on him and fired. Luckily the shot had just gone through his shoulder. Unluckily, that didn't seem to have mattered. Golden light radiated from the wound, crawling over the boys stiffening body as he clattered to the ground. "Euden?!" she called out, but she didn't get a response. He just laid there, grey as stone, a golden base forming at his feet.

The others fired, black arrows raining from the sky. One of them struck near her hiding spot and exploded in a flash of golden light. Another slammed into a tree Poppi had been using for cover, tearing it to pieces like it was nothing. She looked back to Euden's still form and wondered what a shot like that could do to him. She stood up, steadying herself against the wall with her arm and getting ready to run out there and drag him somewhere safer. When she did so, though, she heard a metallic clank as her wrist knocked against the stone wall and remembered that she didn't have to.

There was a metallic whirring noise as the beetle she had bought fluttered out from behind cover, beating it's metallic wings with all its might. It's great big grasping jaws opened wide as it clamped down on one of Euden's arms and started dragging him back across the grass to where Linkle waited, arm outstretched.