"Weapons," Link clarifies. "Swords. Shields. Arrows."
Suddenly, in one fluid movement, Link pulls the bow from his back, draws an arrow - and then pulls an apple out of his pack. A flash of green energy, and that spectral echo of a clawed arm in place of Link's own - and then Link lets the arrow fly.
It's just an apple, so rather than any real damage it just bounces off the wall - although there is a bit of a dent in there now. But it serves as less...destructive demonstration of the ability.
"...Couldn't unfuse things though," he admits. "Had to ask a blacksmith."
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Date: 2024-09-16 04:41 am (UTC)Suddenly, in one fluid movement, Link pulls the bow from his back, draws an arrow - and then pulls an apple out of his pack. A flash of green energy, and that spectral echo of a clawed arm in place of Link's own - and then Link lets the arrow fly.
It's just an apple, so rather than any real damage it just bounces off the wall - although there is a bit of a dent in there now. But it serves as less...destructive demonstration of the ability.
"...Couldn't unfuse things though," he admits. "Had to ask a blacksmith."