[center][h1][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=red]Merge Rate: 33%[/color][/h3][/center]

[center]Word Count: 381 [/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Level 10[/color] - (23/100) + 1[/center] 

[center]Location: Frozen Highlands ~ Snowdin - Treat's Doll House[/center]

[@Dark Cloud][@Majoras End]
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Linkle had attempted a fighting retreat toward where she remembered the the ladder and the trapdoor were. Unfortunately her sense of direction wasn't good in broad daylight, let alone in a pitch black basement. She could only see anything when she attacked, a flash of fire or electricity briefly illuminating her surrounding, but all she ever saw were more hallways as the pair of them circumnavigated the basement.

One advantage of these cramp quarters was that fighting blind wasn't exactly an issue. As soon as they had moved the fight out into the hallways the mans monstrous size turned him into less of an opponent and more of a wall that punched you. He couldn't move well enough to dodge with his knees bent and his shoulders scrunched up to fit into the corridors, but dark it wasn't as though Linkle could dodge him either when she couldn't see. The result was a battle of attrition. No strategy, no real thought, just two bodies trading blows in the darkness. Linkle didn't mind that much. His punches were nothing compared to the Strangers, and for every sweep or slap he landed on her she managed top give at least one hard hit back. If they kept on like this she was confident he would fall first.

That was when she heard something behind her for the first time, something other than the man scraping across the walls. A familiar voice. She looked back just in time for a flash of light to illuminate the basement, the Doll Master letting out an airy shirk and covering his eyes in response. It took Linkle's eyes a moment to adjust, but as they did she was surprised to see Albedo, Frisk, and...

She knew this place was haunted! She pointed past the pair at the third member of their party, hovering over them hauntingly as the light started to fade. A spooky skeleton! "Albedo, there's a stal-"

She didn't get to finish her warning, because the rest of the the air in her lungs was suddenly pushed out as the man lunged forward, wrapping his fingers around the skllgirls chest and lifting her up like a child would a doll. He pitched her straight down the hallway toward the rescue party with a frustrated roar.