02-10-2016, 06:11 PM
Link dragged Erik to his feet, draping his injured companions arm over his shoulder for support. “We should get out of here.. took quite the beating, huh?” Link spoke calmly, “We’ll set your arm back when we find a decent place to stop.”
The green-garbed fighter dragged his partner alongside him until they were clear out of sight of the ruins from which the beast erupted. He sat Erik down, his back leant against a rock to keep him steady. “M’going to apologise in advance for this. It’s going to hurt..” Link smiled as reassuringly as he possibly could for the briefest of moments before turning to the Psychic’s damaged arm. He took a hold of his bicep and wrist and with a firm, forceful shove, pushed the dislocated shoulder back into place, with an all too stomach jarring crunch.
“Don’t go anywhere, alright? I’ll go find us something to eat..” The young Hero spoke as he set off, back towards the ruins. The boy contemplated during the short walk, thinking back on the previous fight. They had damaged the beast that was for sure. But they too had sustained a substantial amount of damage in return. Erik would need rest, regardless, and his back was hurt. Nothing major, but enough. They would need to face the beast again, that much was certain, but neither could do so in this state. They needed to eat and take a break, no matter how small. But the urgency of the situation called for them to leap right back at it, what if another Prime was-
Link froze, stuck in place much like an animal spooked by the sudden appearance of a predator. The quiet snapping of a twig somewhere nearby shocked the Prime to the core. He dove for some form of cover, a dislodged section of an ancient wall providing such. The Hylian peered over the rock, finding the source of the noise in a matter of seconds. He was in no state to fight and the risk of a fight breaking out was nigh on inevitable, or so he assumed. But nor could he remove himself from this situation without being spotted. The boy groaned as he rose to his feet, hands raised above his head.
“Hey! Over here! Friendly?!” He cried out, grumbling as he noticed the fist full of berries and the like still in place, the occasional berry dropping from his grasp. He stuffed said foodstuffs into what little space the pouches on his belt provided him and approached the new comer, Makoto Yuki.
The green-garbed fighter dragged his partner alongside him until they were clear out of sight of the ruins from which the beast erupted. He sat Erik down, his back leant against a rock to keep him steady. “M’going to apologise in advance for this. It’s going to hurt..” Link smiled as reassuringly as he possibly could for the briefest of moments before turning to the Psychic’s damaged arm. He took a hold of his bicep and wrist and with a firm, forceful shove, pushed the dislocated shoulder back into place, with an all too stomach jarring crunch.
“Don’t go anywhere, alright? I’ll go find us something to eat..” The young Hero spoke as he set off, back towards the ruins. The boy contemplated during the short walk, thinking back on the previous fight. They had damaged the beast that was for sure. But they too had sustained a substantial amount of damage in return. Erik would need rest, regardless, and his back was hurt. Nothing major, but enough. They would need to face the beast again, that much was certain, but neither could do so in this state. They needed to eat and take a break, no matter how small. But the urgency of the situation called for them to leap right back at it, what if another Prime was-
Link froze, stuck in place much like an animal spooked by the sudden appearance of a predator. The quiet snapping of a twig somewhere nearby shocked the Prime to the core. He dove for some form of cover, a dislodged section of an ancient wall providing such. The Hylian peered over the rock, finding the source of the noise in a matter of seconds. He was in no state to fight and the risk of a fight breaking out was nigh on inevitable, or so he assumed. But nor could he remove himself from this situation without being spotted. The boy groaned as he rose to his feet, hands raised above his head.
“Hey! Over here! Friendly?!” He cried out, grumbling as he noticed the fist full of berries and the like still in place, the occasional berry dropping from his grasp. He stuffed said foodstuffs into what little space the pouches on his belt provided him and approached the new comer, Makoto Yuki.