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

[center]Word Count: 290[/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Level 10[/color] - (34/100) + 1[/center] 

[center]Location: Frozen Highlands ~ Snowdin [/center]

[i][color=67a4e0]Frisk[/color] [@Majoras End]  [color=skyblue]Albedo[/color] [@Lugubrious], [color=b34141]Papyrus[/color] [@Dark Cloud][/i]
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Linkle smiled at Frisk's enthusiasm. "Don't worry about going all out. I'm all healed up, remember? I can take it. Besides, I actually have a way to heal people if they get [i]too[/i] hurt, but it takes something out of me to use it. So we'll be fine." She said, thumping herself on the chest as Albedo led the group slightly outside town. Pulling it away, she held up  resulting bright pink in her hand before letting it pop. "Familiar, huh? That's one not my soul, though. It's actually...I'm not sure how they work, actually. I think they're powered by friendship."

The snow on the road here wasn't packed down from constant travelers, but it wasn't so deep that it could impair anyone's movement. "This looks alright." She said, holding up a hand to call everyone to a stop before walking forward a short distance from the child and the stalfoes.  Turning on her heel, she pulled one crossbow out of her boot and twirled it before pointing it at the two. Frisk had that shield, and Papyrus was just bones. The bolts shouldn't be too hard on either of them. "You guys don't have to take turns. Just treat me like you would any evil villain! Muahahaha, and stuff like that!"

With that she started firing on both of them, alternating the crossbow between Frisk and Papyrus and fighting against muscle memory to not just hold down the trigger and spray bolts at them. The bolts were consistent, but they weren't the walls she usually put out. All she had to do was nick either of them, then the decision of whether or not they were going to fight in earnest would be out of their hands.