Date: 2025-01-16 02:00 am (UTC)
singlemilletgrain: (Catastrophe)
"You fool!" calls out the commander as he sees what Link has discarded his metal shield for. "Who even owns pots that size?!" The incredulity of the situation is enough to momentarily distract him as he chastises Link; as Shu ponders whether or not any of her cookware would have a wide enough circumference to accommodate that 'shield,' Link leaps into action.

One-two, one-two, and through and through; his vorpal blade went snicker-snack. In one blink, he is loosening his grasp on the shield, in the next he is bloodied, and in the final moments, he is sent flying to the ground.

Speaking of the ground, the man with the net gun is attempting to surreptitiously crawl away while Link is distracted, having decided that this tiny elf man was likely some sort of demon from the nether reaches of hell. And his contract did not involve slaying demons. Alas poor Yorick, for when he crawls ten feet away, he finds himself teleporting right back to where he started.

Meanwhile, vast quantities of steam are emerging from the roof as Shu floods the rooftop indiscriminately. She can't really see anything anymore, but as they say, fire cannot kill a dragon.
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