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World of Light

There is no way I can take that standout bonus in good conscience after spending that entire fight doing nothing but find new and creative ways to almost die.

World of Light

Linkle

Level 2 - (13/20)EXP +2
Location: Scrapyard – Endzone
Word Count:961

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It turned out Minako ideas involved summoning giant bulletproof monsters. As far as ideas went that was pretty great. She really should have waited for Minako to share her good good ideas. Her heart had stopped for a second there when Minako had jumped up out of cover, and again when the girl had raised her own gun to her temple, but the results where undeniably impressive. Between her monster and Bowser's relentless advance Blazermate had been able to get past the gun nest and over to Tora, healing him back up before Linkle even got there.

He waved at her as she heaved herself back on dry land and she tried to give him a halfhearted thumbs up before Blazermate blurted out the robots weakness and drew its undivided attention. As it spun up those guns Tora leaped into action, throwing himself between the girls and it despite his injuries. Linkle took that offer, diving behind the Nopon as bullets bore down like a harsh rain on his shield but they both knew that Tora couldn't take fire like this. As bullets rattled off the metal of his shield the force of it threatened to topple the little guy again, maybe this time for good. Growling in frustration at the thought Linkle crawled forward and threw her own weight against the shied to try and help hold it steady.

Fortunately for all three of them this turned out to be unnecessary on her part because the fire suddenly ceased, the booming shots replaced with a pathetic sort of clicking sound. Linkle popped her head up out of cover to take a look and didn't immediately lose it. Oh, right. Ammo! Michel had said something about waiting for a gun user to reload. He was out of shots. "Hah!" She laughed triumphantly.

That was when the robot transformed and pointed its bigger gun at them. Linkle ducked, praying for the best as she heard the resounding boom of the thing firing. What hit them, though, felt like barely more than a party favor through the shied. Cautiously she again poked her head out from behind the shield and she heard laughter over the din of battle. She was surprised to spot the hero rabbit, apparently having swum in the opposite direction as her, waiting by the shoreline and laughing up a storm as the last tared of red magic swirled around its hand and the Bastion. "Yeah!" She said, waving over to him. Whatever that rabbit had done Linkle didn't doubt that it had saved them.

Cheer turned to horror when she saw that the robots big gun now turned on the rabbit with a vengeance. She quickly turned her waves into the universal hand sign for "get down," but if he ever interpreted the signal correctly he never had time to act on it. As Linkle watched he was obliterated in an explosion and a cloud of black smoke, still laughing even to the last moment. Linkle felt her blood run cold. It wasn't the first time she had ever seen an ally die. The last battle at Hyrule castle had been big, and even though she'd saved as many men as she could she couldn't have been everywhere at once. Especially once that Dodongo had come rolling through, smashing keeps full of soldiers until her and Impa put an end to it.

That didn't mean it was easy, though, especially if you thought you could have saved them if you'd been a little faster or had just a little bit more insight.

Or if you thought you'd led them into it.

While she just stood there everyone else chipped in. The cowboy and Blazermate climbed on top of the robot while Ratchet and the Centurion raced to see who could stop the engineer first. Michael and Zero popped off shots with their own weapons, piercing the robot and turret in a way she had no way of replicating. Bowser and his men miraculously survived the falling pillar and refused to let up. Even Geno reappeared, firing a big blue blast into the robots steely hide.

Linkle looked down at her crossbows. Everyone was here now, this was the time for action, but she couldn't figure out what it was she could do.

Weak point. Blazermate said the robot had a weak point. She looked back at the courier and Blazermate as they wailed on it. No, the was all wrong. You didn't draw out a weak point like that. The man in the pig mask had yelled out over the battlefield that you could kill the machine when it stood up, but to make it stand up...

She suddenly had an idea. When King Dodongo had charged up his big fireball attack you threw bombs into his mouth to knock him down and reveal his soft underbelly. Those big shots looked like the same thing, so she guessed maybe the robot worked the same way.

She pulled out another bomb and sprinted back into the melee while all the guns were still distracted. She scaled the archway like a rabid squirrel, pulling herself up on the back of the robot tank along with the courier and Blazermate, shouting "Gang way, gang way, bomb, bomb, bomb." Instead of hiding from the gun barrel she pushed past them and puller herself along it. "Hey, me again." She said quickly, giving what she assumed was the robots face a jaunty little wave before stuffing the by now red, hissing, throbbing bomb down the barrel into what she could only assume was its robot gullet. Then she jumped right off the archway entirely, rolling on the ground to break her fall before pushing her back into it to hopefully avoid any direct fire.

Royal Rumble!

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@rawkhawk64@Hammerman@KillamriX88@6slyboy6@RoflsMazoy@Crazy Scion

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It was a good feeling to know a plan was coming together. The boy was up. Christine was back, and thoroughly teetering toward her side. That David boy was doing much better than she expected, maybe a little too well. And yet...

It wasn't as though she had ever possessed anyone before. She'd never been that desperate, but even if she had she didn't think she would be able to get used to it. When Christine told Clara that she thought it was really Katherine calling the shots in here the demoness couldn't help but think she was on to something. When her sister Christine had told them to stop fighting she'd considered it could perhaps be tactically advantages to do so, but as that thought had gone through she'd felt a foreign weight on top of it. The same happened When she told them to stop fighting. This weight seemed to apply to everything the girl said, as though the ideas were more valuable simply because it was Christine that was the source of them.

She was starting to understand, at least a little. This wasn't her body. She still had her own thoughts, but they were running through Katherine's brain. It was uncomfortable. Not unnerving! Just...uncomfortable.

"Don't think for a moment you can reason with that girl, Christine." She bluffed. "She thinks in terms of master and slave. The idea of partnership is beyond her. And I'm sorry..." And she was, she could feel it bearing down on her like an avalanche. She put up her dukes anyway. "But take a look at him. I don't think he'll be satisfied unless he gives your sister a good thrashing. Isn't that right, Rurik?"

She stared the boy down, letting their resentment flare up on Katherine face. She didn't care that she could feel the weight of Katherine's on top of hers. She had her own reason to dislike the boy. This emotion they could share. She let her fire creep up into her hands, swirling around them like schools of hungry biting fish. Mostly for show, but hot enough to sting later. She was nothing if not petty. "Well, it isn't as though I don't reciprocate. So, round two?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She let Katherine's legs carry her across the distance between them to give him another one across the face.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Clover Sandleford

Clover Sandleford

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⦋ 28 || United States || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

5'10'' and surprisingly muscular, with absolutely no superfluous body fat though a few old scars she's not so willing to show off. Freckles, orange hair. Her her waistcoat, gloves, bow tie, and ears are bright red. Her shirt is white, and her pants are black. Despite her lifestyle she does her best to keep this uniform clean and professional looking.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Brash, assertive, attentive, loyal, persistent, irreverent, conversational

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Clover was born on the wrong side of the tracts, the child of poor parents with so many kids they couldn't find time for even one of them. As a young child all but abandoned to her own devices she started to act out for attention, and as the frustration from her failure to raise any concern from them and the nigh unbearable social pressure of sharing a home with so many others built and built she began to lash out violently at anyone that gave her the excuse.

She turned out to be pretty good at it, too. She couldn't make anything, she couldn't cook, she was terrible in school but by god she could make even older kids run crying to their mothers. She started doing it a lot, especially as she got older, spending long night out wandering town looking for the strongest opponents she could find. She did not expect to find that in an old lady.

She hadn't set out to pick a fight with the old lady, more that a fight she was having accidentally spilled into the path of the old lady. The old lady may have commented on how sloppy Clover's technique was, Clover may have said some nasty things to the old lady, and a punch might have been thrown. Clover couldn't tell you, because she still doesn't remember most of that morning. All she knows was that when she awoke with a splitting headache that sent shutters of agony through her body every time she turned her head she was in a classy, huge, richly decorated bar. She was laying in a circle of concerned old faces, with the old lady grinning at her.

The old lady, she soon learned, was named Hazel. She was a "retired" nomad and this was her bar, Warren Peace. Then, completely unprompted, she asked Clover is she had a job. Clover said no. Hazel asked if she wanted one. Clover told Hazel exactly where she could stick her job. Hazel strongly implied that if Clover refused to take the job the police might find out she'd tried to assault a poor, defenseless old lady in the street.

Clover, who was not on the best of terms with the local police, took the job.

It chafed at first, of course. The uniform was embarrassing and being told what to do by the person that whipped you so hard you didn't even remember it grated on her pride, but the pay was actually really good and the old lady was an attentive and caring boss. She wasn't good at all the bartering stuff at first. She didn't know how to really talk to people, broke her share of glasses and spilled her share of expensive booze, but the old lady never seemed to get mad and helped her along to learn the ropes. The rest of the staff was kind and supportive. The old patrons weirded her out at first, what with them crawling out of black portals that Hazel had set up on the floor in an unused bathroom, but they never gave her a hard time and always had some really interesting stories to tell. What started as a job she had to take turned into a job that she not only loved, but was good at.

After a while Hazel started to trust Clover enough to share her secrets. She'd made this bar for Old Nomads, guys like her that just wanted to drink in peace without worrying about some upstart young fighter looking for glory ruining their night with some asinine challenge. Clover learned that the mentorship she'd been under was a habit of Hazel's, that all her co-workers had once upon a time been some disaffected punk with talent but no sense, and that now that Clover had sense she could finally start putting that talent to good use. Hazel trained her, passing on to Clover her style and the basics of her strange space bending powers.

Things had been going swimmingly for ten long years. The money Hazel was paying her was enough to help her move out of that crowded house and into a place where she could stretch her legs. She wasn't as angry anymore, had made some good friends, and only got into a fight around once or twice a month at most. Then, not to long ago, a tornado rolled through her life.

It happened on a slow day when it was just her and a co-worker, Blackberry. She was tending bar when all of a sudden she heard some kind of angry helicopter noise. When she looked up there was a guy sitting at the bar they hadn't seen come in, a guy in a mask. He wrote down his order, and when Blackberry brought it to him they all head that same noise as the glass was left spinning on the counter, completely empty. He signaled for another. Clover asked if he's like to open a tab, and the guy made that noise again and waved at her dismissively. It ticked her off, but she did it anyway.

She should have just thrown him out. He was the rudest, most demanding customer they'd ever had. He wouldn't talk, wouldn't communicate at all except to signal for a new drink and pound his palm against the bar when he thought it was taking to long. He spun back and forth on his stool like a bored toddler between drinks and every time one of them tried to tell him something he'd just make that noise again as if to shut them up. He demanded service faster and faster and faster, to the point where Clover didn't think he'd be satisfied if the entire staff were there working at it. The only thing keeping Clover from flying over the bar and strangling him was Hazel's strict dedication to keeping the bar a peaceful place, something not one of them wanted to defile. At least until Blackberry confided in Clover that she was sure that when she'd brought him that first drink he'd somehow felt her up.

That was the final straw. The next time he made that noise Clover made a grab for him. Then it was like the room exploded. All Clover could see for a moment was a blur of motion as the two of them were thrown over the bar. They watched as this same blur moved down the line of alcohol, draining whole bottles in milliseconds and sending the bottles flying across the room to shatter on the opposite wall. He drank all the liqueur, devoured all the complementary peanuts, then into the back as the two of them struggled to their feet. The stood just in time to see the blur shoot out the door and down the street. He had eaten all of the food. Even the snacks that they'd kept in the break room fridge.

They'd been targeted by the Ultimate Dine'n'Dasher, Tornado Rhoads.

Hazel could eat the financial hit. Of course she could, the bar was her retirement hobby after all. But Clover wasn't going to forgive something like this. That bar meant a lot to her. Nobody was going to get away with disrespecting it like that, but the only way to catch a Nomad was to be a Nomad yourself. So she set off with fire in her heart, leaving behind the home and family she'd always wanted, on a quest to find and catch Tornado Rhoads.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Clover fights with a sort of hit and run style, relying on her speed to move quickly into range to deal a few solid hits before dashing out again to try and attack from a different angle entirely. Her legs are stronger than her arms, but because she focuses primary on moving around and jumping to disorient her opponent she mostly punches with only her finishers employing kicks. In addition to this she is not averse to fighting dirty and using her her environment or any weapon she can get her hands on if it would give her an advantage, a leftover from her street brawling days.

Clover's special ability, which she leaned from Old Hazel, is the magical ability to create holes either between her hands or directly on surfaces that, when applied to a surface, lead into some kind of dark space "underneath" that it. When she does this she can move around beneath that surface as though burrowing beneath the ground before either exiting through the hole she entered from or creating a new hole entirely to pop out of. This movement is limited to the surface where she placed the original hole. For example, if she placed a hole on the wall of a room she would have to pop out of that same section of wall, she couldn't move to the floor or ceiling. The hole also doesn't allow her to pop out of the opposite side of a surface. For example, if she dives into a hole on a sheet a paper she would have to pop out of the same side she dived into. It is possible for her to close the hole behind her, but doing so deprives her of air so she must come out at some point.

As it stands Clover can create one "permanent" hole that she keeps on the back of her waistcoat. This hole acts as a combination backpack/emergency hotel room.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Burrow]

Clover creates a hole in a surface and dives in, popping out of a different place of that surface for a cheap attack.

■ [Easter Surprise]

Clover can create one permanent hole that leads to a "room." She keeps this hole on the back of her waistcoat, and can reach behind her back to pull out random things she's carrying to either throw or hit the opponent with. Examples include bricks, a bowling ball, a croquet mallet, various bottles of alcohol, books, pillows, or anything else she picks up and puts in there.

■ [Chase the rabbit!]

Clover jumps back, throwing a dozen leg wide holes into the ground between her and her opponent as she does so. If an over eager opponent rushes forward and gets their leg stuck in one clover leaps forward with a flying kick.

■ [Holey Blow]

As she attacks Clover creates holes in her own arm or leg, distorting its length in order to extend its range.

■ [Moon Kick]

Clover leaps over her opponent, throws an item out of her "room" hole, and kicks off of it toward the opponent below to deliver a flying kick.

■ [Crescent Moon Swing]

Clover creates a hole in front of the opponent and dives into it, grabbing onto the edge and swinging. She then creates another hole directly underneath the opponent. As they fall she swings up, bringing both legs right into them and launching them and herself out of the hole.

■ [Beer Goggles]

Clover makes a small hole that she throws at the opponent's face, where it then expands just enough to push their eye apart doing no damage but creating a blind spot right in front of them.

■ [Threading The Needle]

If attacked physically with something with a large surface area, such as a large weapon on a body slam, Clover can create a hole in the oncoming attack and slip inside of it to avoid all damage. If the attack was with a part of the opponents body Clover can combo this into Rabbit Infestation.

SUPER MOVES

■ [Rabbit Infestation]

Clover opens a hole on her opponents body and dives in. Holes then being appearing on the opponents body, out of which pops one of Clovers limbs to deliver a flurry of attacks before leaping out.

■ [5000 Proof!]

Clover Throws a bottle of Old Hazel's special brew at the opponent, shattering it and covering the opponent in alcohol. She then lights a match and throws it at them before diving into a hole to avoid the resulting explosion.

■ [Sandleford Burial]

Clover creates a hole and dives in. Then a large hole appears under the opponents feet. Clover pops out, pulls them in, and closes the hole to unleash a relentless assault in the under space ending with them being kicked out back into the real world.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

While a Nomad with all that entails Clovers defenses are low, relying on dodging and avoiding her opponents attacks to avoid injury rather than tank damage. In addition if a surface is broken while Clover is inside of it she takes massive damage from the resulting quake and is launched out, stunned.

If a fight isn't something she perceives as urgent she'll goof around.

OTHER

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- Clover is the newest of eleven students trained by Old Hazel, but not the youngest.
- Clover always has a Warren Peace matchbook on hand, and will reflexively light anyone cigarette for them using it.
-She's pretty sure her mentor isn't human, but has never really pried into the old woman's former life.

World of Light

Remember everybody



Kirby is adorable.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Clover Sandleford

Clover Sandleford

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⦋ 28 || United States || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

5'10'' and surprisingly muscular, with absolutely no superfluous body fat though a few old scars she's not so willing to show off. Freckles, orange hair. Her her waistcoat, gloves, bow tie, and ears are bright red. Her shirt is white, and her pants are black. Despite her lifestyle she does her best to keep this uniform clean and professional looking.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Brash, assertive, attentive, loyal, persistent, irreverent, conversational

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Clover was born on the wrong side of the tracts, the child of poor parents with so many kids they couldn't find time for even one of them. As a young child all but abandoned to her own devices she started to act out for attention, and as the frustration from her failure to raise any concern from them and the nigh unbearable social pressure of sharing a home with so many others built and built she began to lash out violently at anyone that gave her the excuse.

She turned out to be pretty good at it, too. She couldn't make anything, she couldn't cook, she was terrible in school but by god she could make even older kids run crying to their mothers. She started doing it a lot, especially as she got older, spending long night out wandering town looking for the strongest opponents she could find. She did not expect to find that in an old lady.

She hadn't set out to pick a fight with the old lady, more that a fight she was having accidentally spilled into the path of the old lady. The old lady may have commented on how sloppy Clover's technique was, Clover may have said some nasty things to the old lady, and a punch might have been thrown. Clover couldn't tell you, because she still doesn't remember most of that morning. All she knows was that when she awoke with a splitting headache that sent shutters of agony through her body every time she turned her head she was in a classy, huge, richly decorated bar. She was laying in a circle of concerned old faces, with the old lady grinning at her.

The old lady, she soon learned, was named Hazel. She was a "retired" nomad and this was her bar, Warren Peace. Then, completely unprompted, she asked Clover is she had a job. Clover said no. Hazel asked if she wanted one. Clover told Hazel exactly where she could stick her job. Hazel strongly implied that if Clover refused to take the job the police might find out she'd tried to assault a poor, defenseless old lady in the street.

Clover, who was not on the best of terms with the local police, took the job.

It chafed at first, of course. The uniform was embarrassing and being told what to do by the person that whipped you so hard you didn't even remember it grated on her pride, but the pay was actually really good and the old lady was an attentive and caring boss. She wasn't good at all the bartering stuff at first. She didn't know how to really talk to people, broke her share of glasses and spilled her share of expensive booze, but the old lady never seemed to get mad and helped her along to learn the ropes. The rest of the staff was kind and supportive. The old patrons weirded her out at first, what with them crawling out of black portals that Hazel had set up on the floor in an unused bathroom, but they never gave her a hard time and always had some really interesting stories to tell. What started as a job she had to take turned into a job that she not only loved, but was good at.

After a while Hazel started to trust Clover enough to share her secrets. She'd made this bar for Old Nomads, guys like her that just wanted to drink in peace without worrying about some upstart young fighter looking for glory ruining their night with some asinine challenge. Clover learned that the mentorship she'd been under was a habit of Hazel's, that all her co-workers had once upon a time been some disaffected punk with talent but no sense, and that now that Clover had sense she could finally start putting that talent to good use. Hazel trained her, passing on to Clover her style and the basics of her strange space bending powers.

Things had been going swimmingly for ten long years. The money Hazel was paying her was enough to help her move out of that crowded house and into a place where she could stretch her legs. She wasn't as angry anymore, had made some good friends, and only got into a fight around once or twice a month at most. Then, not to long ago, a tornado rolled through her life.

It happened on a slow day when it was just her and a co-worker, Blackberry. She was tending bar when all of a sudden she heard some kind of angry helicopter noise. When she looked up there was a guy sitting at the bar they hadn't seen come in, a guy in a mask. He wrote down his order, and when Blackberry brought it to him they all head that same noise as the glass was left spinning on the counter, completely empty. He signaled for another. Clover asked if he's like to open a tab, and the guy made that noise again and waved at her dismissively. It ticked her off, but she did it anyway.

She should have just thrown him out. He was the rudest, most demanding customer they'd ever had. He wouldn't talk, wouldn't communicate at all except to signal for a new drink and pound his palm against the bar when he thought it was taking to long. He spun back and forth on his stool like a bored toddler between drinks and every time one of them tried to tell him something he'd just make that noise again as if to shut them up. He demanded service faster and faster and faster, to the point where Clover didn't think he'd be satisfied if the entire staff were there working at it. The only thing keeping Clover from flying over the bar and strangling him was Hazel's strict dedication to keeping the bar a peaceful place, something not one of them wanted to defile. At least until Blackberry confided in Clover that she was sure that when she'd brought him that first drink he'd somehow felt her up.

That was the final straw. The next time he made that noise Clover made a grab for him. Then it was like the room exploded. All Clover could see for a moment was a blur of motion as the two of them were thrown over the bar. They watched as this same blur moved down the line of alcohol, draining whole bottles in milliseconds and sending the bottles flying across the room to shatter on the opposite wall. He drank all the liqueur, devoured all the complementary peanuts, then into the back as the two of them struggled to their feet. The stood just in time to see the blur shoot out the door and down the street. He had eaten all of the food. Even the snacks that they'd kept in the break room fridge.

They'd been targeted by the Ultimate Dine'n'Dasher, Tornado Rhoads.

Hazel could eat the financial hit. Of course she could, the bar was her retirement hobby after all. But Clover wasn't going to forgive something like this. That bar meant a lot to her. Nobody was going to get away with disrespecting it like that, but the only way to catch a Nomad was to be a Nomad yourself. So she set off with fire in her heart, leaving behind the home and family she'd always wanted, on a quest to find and catch Tornado Rhoads.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Clover fights with a sort of hit and run style, relying on her speed to move quickly into range to deal a few solid hits before dashing out again to try and attack from a different angle entirely. Her legs are stronger than her arms, but because she focuses primary on moving around and jumping to disorient her opponent she mostly punches with only her finishers employing kicks. In addition to this she is not averse to fighting dirty and using her her environment or any weapon she can get her hands on if it would give her an advantage, a leftover from her street brawling days.

Clover's special ability, which she leaned from Old Hazel, is the magical ability to create holes either between her hands or directly on surfaces that, when applied to a surface, lead into some kind of dark space "underneath" that it. When she does this she can move around beneath that surface as though burrowing beneath the ground before either exiting through the hole she entered from or creating a new hole entirely to pop out of. This movement is limited to the surface where she placed the original hole. For example, if she placed a hole on the wall of a room she would have to pop out of that same section of wall, she couldn't move to the floor or ceiling. The hole also doesn't allow her to pop out of the opposite side of a surface. For example, if she dives into a hole on a sheet a paper she would have to pop out of the same side she dived into. It is possible for her to close the hole behind her, but doing so deprives her of air so she must come out at some point.

As it stands Clover can create one "permanent" hole that she keeps on the back of her waistcoat. This hole acts as a combination backpack/emergency hotel room.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Burrow]

Clover creates a hole in a surface and dives in, popping out of a different place of that surface for a cheap attack.

■ [Easter Surprise]

Clover can create one permanent hole that leads to a "room." She keeps this hole on the back of her waistcoat, and can reach behind her back to pull out random things she's carrying to either throw or hit the opponent with. Examples include bricks, a bowling ball, a croquet mallet, various bottles of alcohol, books, pillows, or anything else she picks up and puts in there.

■ [Chase the rabbit!]

Clover jumps back, throwing a dozen leg wide holes into the ground between her and her opponent as she does so. If an over eager opponent rushes forward and gets their leg stuck in one clover leaps forward with a flying kick.

■ [Holey Blow]

As she attacks Clover creates holes in her own arm or leg, distorting its length in order to extend its range.

■ [Moon Kick]

Clover leaps over her opponent, throws an item out of her "room" hole, and kicks off of it toward the opponent below to deliver a flying kick.

■ [Crescent Moon Swing]

Clover creates a hole in front of the opponent and dives into it, grabbing onto the edge and swinging. She then creates another hole directly underneath the opponent. As they fall she swings up, bringing both legs right into them and launching them and herself out of the hole.

■ [Beer Goggles]

Clover makes a small hole that she throws at the opponent's face, where it then expands just enough to push their eye apart doing no damage but creating a blind spot right in front of them.

■ [Threading The Needle]

If attacked physically with something with a large surface area, such as a large weapon on a body slam, Clover can create a hole in the oncoming attack and slip inside of it to avoid all damage. If the attack was with a part of the opponents body Clover can combo this into Rabbit Infestation.

SUPER MOVES

■ [Rabbit Infestation]

Clover opens a hole on her opponents body and dives in. Holes then being appearing on the opponents body, out of which pops one of Clovers limbs to deliver a flurry of attacks before leaping out.

■ [5000 Proof!]

Clover Throws a bottle of Old Hazel's special brew at the opponent, shattering it and covering the opponent in alcohol. She then lights a match and throws it at them before diving into a hole to avoid the resulting explosion.

■ [Sandleford Burial]

Clover creates a hole and dives in. Then a large hole appears under the opponents feet. Clover pops out, pulls them in, and closes the hole to unleash a relentless assault in the under space ending with them being kicked out back into the real world.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

While a Nomad with all that entails Clovers defenses are low, relying on dodging and avoiding her opponents attacks to avoid injury rather than tank damage. In addition if a surface is broken while Clover is inside of it she takes massive damage from the resulting quake and is launched out, stunned.

If a fight isn't something she perceives as urgent she'll goof around.

OTHER

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- Clover is the newest of eleven students trained by Old Hazel, but not the youngest.
- Clover always has a Warren Peace matchbook on hand, and will reflexively light anyone cigarette for them using it.
-She's pretty sure her mentor isn't human, but has never really pried into the old woman's former life.

World of Light

Linkle

Level 2 - (11/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard, Left Side ---> Scrapyard, Engineer's Perch
Word Count:811

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To be fair to Linkle something very much like this strategy had worked the last time she had been pinned down. But the turrets turned out much more durable, and the human up here was so much smarter than the rabbits. He'd taken cover himself while the bombs has raided down and whipped out a gun she didn't even think her had. Linkle turned to try and dive out of the way but weapon blasted and she felt hot pain bite into her entire left side and was thrown off balance herself.

As the two turrets turned their full attention on her she saw her rabbit friend break off and threw himself into the castle most. It was basically the only place you could go to slip out from under the barrels of those weapons.

Provided, of course, that you could swim away.

Which Linkle, unfortunately, was not confident that she could do. She knew how to kick her legs to keep her head above water, but between the cuckoo farm and the crossbow training she had never really had the opportunity to head down to the local pond to really practice.

So where did that leave her? If she dived after the rabbit hero she'd drown. Worse, it would mean abandoning her comrades to the wrath of these stupid robots. Linkle knew they weren't safe back there, what with how fast the big ones gun had been reading through Tora's cover when she had sprinted up here. But she couldn't run back to them fast enough to avoid being shot in the back. She could stand here and try to fight, but judging by the turtle shells earlier there was no way she was going to be able to damage anyone but the human and how much could she inflict before she got mowed down?

A simple question flashed it's way through Linkle's mind; was she supposed to die here?

No. Obviously not. Hyrule was still in danger so there was no way she could die right now. She was a hero.

So it was simple, really. She'd heard plenty of stories that ended in heroic last stands. She'd never heard one that ended with the hero drowning in a moat. She decided on taking the best of all three options.

Linkle sprinted right, following the rabbit into the crisp blue water. The shock of cool dampness hit her like tidal wave, but she didn't flail her arms or kick and thrash like an animal. Instead she kept one hand firmly grasping the shoreline so she could at least pull her head up out of the water to breath. As she stared down through water that was beautifully clear she could see an abundance of life swimming around the moat. Fish, a giant friendly looking dragon like creature, even things that she initially mistook for Zora lurking at the bottom. She stayed under for as long as her breath held out, looking everywhere for where the rabbit hero could have gone, then pulled herself up for a breath of air.

The new plan had been simple; use the shoreline itself as cover to harass the robots and the man so that they didn't turn their guns back on Minako and Tora while moving down the shoreline towards them. Then they could all back out and hopefully wait for reinforcements to arrive. She was luckily delighted to see that in the interval Bowser had already arrived and drawn the full attention of the enemy, blocking their bullets with a new piece of equipment Linkle decided she desperately needed a copy of if they were going to be battling more enemies like this. He wasn't alone either, as two other semi-familiar figures hurled an assortment of bombs and hammers at the enemy. Unfortunately now Bowser was caught in the same situation as they had been, having to advance into a hail of bullets.

She looked back to check on her group, and swallowed. Tora was flopped out on the ground in as bad a way as Kirby had been earlier today, exposed form anyone that might try to attack him. Linkle kicked herself. She hadn't even been fast enough to stop that big turret from doing that? Minako was nowhere to be seen, which she guessed was fortunate. She couldn't be sure.

She looked back at the man and his sentient guns. Bowser was here, which meant Blazermate couldn't be far behind. She could rescue Tora, but Tora would have to be alive for that. He couldn't just be left in the open. Michael would also be coming, and he had they big powerful gun to take the pressure off Bowser, who she was sure would tear those guys apart with his bare claws once he reached them.

Slowly, Linkle started using the shoreline to pull herself down the shore to war where Tora lay. If noting interrupted her progress she would pull herself out of the water when she got as close as possible to him and drag him to safety.

After that she would have to see in Minako had any ideas because it was clear that Linkle ideas were not going to work out against this enemy.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Alexei reached down shakily to where the stone man had just disintegrated and picked up the stone heart in one hand, turning it over to look at it from all sides.

It was still beating.

That was a good sign.

Right?

When he did something like this to someone, or himself, it wasn't usually permanent. One time he'd scattered his body into a million Alexei cubes. The maid had swept him up and dumped him into a wastebasket while the entire household went ballistic searching for him, fearing for his safety and any unmitigated disaster that would come of him wandering around unsupervised. Luckily he'd reformed the very next day, ripping apart the waste bin and thoroughly surprising that same maid. She'd gotten a raise for finding him.

So, it stood to reason that if he was still alive he would be fine in a day or so.

Maybe?

Assuredly!

Hopefully.

"I really, really hope that didn't kill you, sir." He said to the heart. Then he looked over at Kakra, and realized for a moment just how strange this must be. The heart, now floating in the air. He'd forgotten that he was invisible. "It's me." He said. "I'm invisible now." he added after a moment. "Are you going to be okay?"

Royal Rumble!

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The demoness side stepped the bolts that the boy had somehow managed to aim true. "This is it? After all that talk is this all you can muster?"

Waste time, that was the ticket. Don't kill him yet. As long as this went on it was unlikely that Clara would interfere. Keep it going long enough and she'd get her opportunity. But the boy was going to have to put on a better show than this.

"Come, where is all that verve from the rooftop battle. Surely you have not devolved so far since then." She taunted, then charged in to return the punch he'd given her. "And in front of your lover, honestly. Aren't men supposed to get some kind of power boost from that?" She continued, whether or not the shot connected, throwing a flurry of blows. Enough to hurt, no doute about that, but she had no intention of killing him. Come on, boy, get mad. Get one of those heroic second winds. This going for only one round wouldn't be advantageous for either of them. "Does it hurt knowing she's probably rooting for me over you? Or did you even take her feelings into account when you started this up? Oh, who are we kidding? Someone willing to wager the love of a girl like that away could never understand her feelings. A thief dealing in stolen goods, never understanding their true value, that's all you are!"

Was she actually getting mad? She could feel herself punching harder and harder as she talked. She clamped down on that feeling mixing with the ones she knew were hers and let up on the gas a little bit. Calm down. Calm down!

Royal Rumble!

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