❝ save you? it’s just a Skultula. if you walk around it – ❞

                   right. most people weren’t so WILLING to walk in sewer water as Link was. not to mention that they were inexperienced around monsters and usually didn’t know about their territorial issues. Tatl could be heard giving an exhasperated SIGH as she hovered above his head, her light glowing BRIGHTLY amidst the darkness of the underground tunnels. he didn’t draw his sword or his shield, taking instead from his back a long, wooden bow. the fairy bow was his preferred projectile weapon, taking his stance and notching in an arrow to the fraying drawstring. perhaps he realy HAD over-used it. 

                   the elf took AIM in silence, the water beads that clung to the ceiling dripping down and splashing in the water around them. a warm thumb touched the skin near his lips, and with each RAGGED exhale his aim stayed firm, the tip of his steel-tipped arrow whizzing from the drawstring and embedding itself deep into the soft tissue of the spider’s stomach. It was always the BACKSIDE that you had to strike, soft and tender like any human’s skin. 

                   crimson sprayed him in the face and covered his hair, one arm coming up to rub off the RESIDUE from around his eyes. killing monsters was always a messy task, especially when it was a death deserved only by someone that really had no idea what they were doing– or who had no BUSINESS being down here in the first place.

             ❝ This is the Bomber’s hideout. You aren’t supposed to be here. It’s dangerous! ❞