Link vs T-Rexaur?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

[The training centre, 8am, and there's this kid in green - he's thirteen, but somehow looks younger - facing off against a monster many times his size. You'd think he be scared, but nope. The way he's acting, anyone would think it was routine.

C'mon, he's beat Molgera. THIS THING IS NOTHING.

He doesn't speak - he's completely focused on this fight. Just hacking away at it doesn't seem to be doing the trick, though... he wonders what else he can try.]

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[notdusk.livejournal.com]

S-Sir! You simply cannot charge in to battle against a T-Rexaur! At least, not without a carefully calculated plan! [Dawn is shouting this from afar.. she knows she and her Luxray certainly aren't strong enough to defeat one of those.]

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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I'm okay! I do this all the time!

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See? Easy!

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[notdusk.livejournal.com]

[Everyone is a sir in Dawn's world. Unless, of course, you're a ma'am.

BUT THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS AT HAND.]

E-Eek! Sir, are you okay?! See, I told you! T-Rexaurs are quite dangerous!

[She doesn't heed what he's saying, really.

Of course, when the T-Rexaur freezes solid.. her mouth can't help but fall open.]

W-Wha-- How did you manage that?!

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

Ice arrows.

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[notdusk.livejournal.com]

Ice.. arrows? As in.. frozen projectiles? [well then. that was a new one. SURE, HAMMER AWAY.]

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[Upon noticing someone so young fighting, Japan moves to help out. He has had his share of young warriors in his country but, still. There was no harm in helping, right?

He has his katana, which isn't helping too much more than what Link was doing to begin with but, he glances back at the boy.]

Ah... Would you like assistance?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Egypt just gives his training partner for today an incredulous look. Why are you wasting time asking? He's a child, for God's sake! Just get in there and help!

...Easier said than done, since it's a fucking dinosaur. Egypt's been avoiding them like the Plague ever since he started using the training center. Can't turn away now, though. His conscience won't let him.

Steeling his nerves, the man in the headscarf aims his service rifle at the T-rexuar, addressing Link with a simple, but urgent,] Run...!