[center][h2][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen][b]Level 8[/b][/color] - (15/80) + 6 

[b][color=SpringGreen]Bowser Jr: Level 6 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=SpringGreen]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (67/60) + 6
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[center][b]Location:[/b] [color=purple]The End[/color]
[b]Word Count: 1132 [/b]

[@DracoLunaris][@Yankee]
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Linkle glared coldly back up as Bowser looked down at the anti-endermen force now milling about her feet. She was already upset about having to fight the feeling of Bowser’s giant eyes on her wasn’t helping in the slightest. She felt her mouth start to open a little too wide for her liking, but luckily the big Koopa caught the hint and averted his gaze before Linkle did something she really would have regretted. 

That was the only thing about this situation that made her any less upset. While they’d been cleaning up the endermen the dragon had come down, but not without cost. Linkle felt her guts twist themselves into a knot as Jr [i]helpfully[/i] pointed out that both Link and Euden were getting carted away by the mysterious cats. “Maybe you should try and get some as minions.” she said, trying to force some cheer by telling herself that the two of them were at least alive. Really, though, she didn’t even know that. Who knew where the cats took people?

The dragon was able to pick itself up with minimal resistance, though, despite the sacrifices made to bring it down and had the gall to swipe at them as it thundered past. Linkle ducked out of the way as the claw dug deep into the stone, but the group that had fought the endermen was an afterthought compared to the latest duo to target the dragon. Linkle followed the volley of missiles back to Tora and Poppy and watched with horror as the dragon beat on Tora with the cruelty of a cat batting around a mouse, nearly having a heart attack as the Nopon was hit point blank with a blast of acid.

That tore it. Every aggravation combined to push her over the edge. The dragon, the endermen, her friends, even Jr’s self-congratulatory attitude all congealed into a dark, cold lump of ice in her heart.

She let out a breath she hadn’t even noticed she had been holding, and with it flowed out all the warmth in her body. After the stark experience with the Endermen’s terrible shyness she was able to notice easily. This coldness wasn’t hers. It belonged to someone else, and Linkle had a pretty good idea as to who. That didn’t matter right now, though. The only thing that really mattered to her right now was how to hurt the dragon. It whipped its tail back and forth in front of them as the others began their assault anew, hoping to ward them off. Bowser looked like he was going to avoid the tail entity, crouching on all fours and judging the angle of his jump. Linkle nodded to herself. Yes, that would definitely hurt the monster more than anything she could do. The best option was to help make sure that hit it. To stop the dragons movements. But how? Freeze it? Could she make that much ice?

Jr called her attention down again, gesturing at the tail for her to go first, but as she looked she caught sight of something else. One of the little goo creatures that Junior had summoned was skirting slowly around without a target. Curiously, an idea forming in her head, she reached out, touched the creature with the tip of her talon, and concentrated. Ice spread quickly through its watery body, and with a cracking sound the creature froze solid. She pushed the new ice sculpture in front of Jr. “After them.” She said, hovering over his shoulder just out of sight. “Send them to cover that things tail in goo, quick.”

Jr, momentarily regretting mouthing off to the now considerably creepier Linkle, blinked a few times as he looked at the iced Stu till he got the plan. He grinning with toothy glee before grabbing one of the Stus with one hand and snapping the fingers of the other.

[color=SpringGreen]”Primids Party! Let’s mess that dragon up!”[/color] he commanded, calling out the recharged striker squad. As they came into being he darted forwards to get into range of the boss, planting the point of his gadbrush to the ground as he ran and painting a trail across the ground clearing the route of any residual acid and forming a trail of goop out of which more Stus rapidly formed.

Once close enough he spun the gloopy creature around by its head fronds to build up momentum and hurled it at the Ender dragon. Jr’s first shot was followed up by a colorful barrage as the purple skinned troops of the subspace army followed their boss’s lead, grabbing more Stus and hurling them at her. The gang of vandal’s living paint balloons pelted the Ender Dragon’s tail, splattering it with the colorful inky goop, leaving it primed and ready for Linkle’s cold rage.

“Team jump.” Linkle ordered, turning and hopping up on the shoulders of two surprised Primids. The two bucked in surprise, but that was enough to send her backflipping over the lashing tail. At the height of her jump she pointed her crossbows straight down, the tips flashing blue as her hair as she unleashed a pair of ice arrows. The impact would have created ice anyway, but these also flash froze the goo coating the monster's tail and spreading out even to some that had splattered on the ground. 

Satisfied, Linkle re-holstered her crossbows as she dropped and landed flat palmed on the ice. Summoning up her inner strength she concentrated and poured as much of this icy power of her as she could into it. Grow, grow, grow, she commanded it. It began to get bigger, merging into the ground. Just like how she’d kept the wind from sending her flying before she willed the ice down into the nooks and crannies of the sponge like rock of the island. To hold this beast. To make sure it couldn’t get away. To make sure it never tasted the sky again.

As she finished up she saw the darkness of a shadow pass overhead. She would have smiled if she could at the moment, thinking about what the Koopa King was going to do to this dragon, but she also heard a sound. A wet, meaty sound. She looked over her shoulder to see the Cadet carving a deep run into the dragon’s tail, and thinking quickly she refocused a bit. Turning and running up the tail she warped past the Cadet as they got uncomfortably close to one another, falling to her knees in a skid and digging her claws into the open wound. Ice began to spread in there too, filling the wound and spreading up it a ways before growing and growing the way ice does in the crack of a mountain to spread the flesh even farther apart.