02-11-2016, 08:29 AM
Erik’s success, followed by the guardians bestial roar spurred Link into action. He was carrying a strange turtle shell, devoid of any creature. He glanced down at the item for a moment and placed it on the ground. The boy took two steps back and wound his right leg up for a massive kick. With a strong step forwards, Link unleashed the kick and punted the shell, rocketing the shell towards Cenobia. The shell weaved through the air until it made contact with it’s target, connecting with the beast’s lower jaw.
Yet another deafening roar erupted from the Guardian’s maw as it dragged itself shakily to it’s feet. By this point, the shell had rebounded and made it’s way back to Link, who stood with a foot planted atop the weapon. Erik remained atop the creature as it turned to face the pair of Primes stood before it. This time, Link took the shell in hand and with a grunt of exertion and pain, his back still giving way as he moved, he bowled the shell with as much force as he could muster. The weapon took to the floor this time, moving at great pace towards Cenobia. With a dull crunch, the shell connected once again, colliding with Cenobia’s knee, throwing the beasts balance awry. It continued its lopsided advance, much to Link’s dismay.
The young Hero of Time bounded out of the Guardian’s path, stopping only to make sure his companions were also out of harm’s way. A satisfied nod escaped the boy briefly, before he continued to bowl the shell towards the beast’s limbs, causing it to stagger and sway during its rampant charges. Unfortunately, for Link at least, he had miscalculated and ended up a great deal closer to the beast than he had originally anticipated. Cenobia roared out once again as it swung its head, many times larger than the Hylian himself, towards the boy, launching him away and into a pile of rubble that lay nearby.
An exaggerated gasp left Link, winded by the rocks as he made a heavy landed into the jagged pile. As if his back wasn’t aching enough from the first time that happened, he mused quietly, groaning audibly as he pushed himself to his feet, steadying himself with fists planted onto his knees. Erik had made his way around onto the Guardian’s back, the swaying of his head proving more difficult to stay latched onto than he had previously anticipated. He remained on it’s back for as long as possible, poking and prodding at any exposed fur or skin with his stick, smaller spurts of black blood spewed out into the air and covered the Psychic as he clung on for dear life. All the while, however, the trio’s third member followed the beast’s path, continually flinging stones and the like from his slingshot, attempting to connect with the Guardian’s good eye. A few shots landed home, causing the beast’s eye to flicker open and closed, allowing the triumvirate to unleash a whole flurry of attacks upon the weakening beast.
Link rounded Cenobia as it whirled around desperately, lunging out at anything and everything in its path. It was perhaps more dangerous now than when it had full use of both of its eyes and the like. The boy, shell in hand, twisted his body somewhat as he turned to get a clean strike on Cenobia’s skull. And with a sickening scream, through sheer determination, the Hylian ignored the pain in his back as he launched the shell once again, the entirety of his force put behind the throw.
Yet another deafening roar erupted from the Guardian’s maw as it dragged itself shakily to it’s feet. By this point, the shell had rebounded and made it’s way back to Link, who stood with a foot planted atop the weapon. Erik remained atop the creature as it turned to face the pair of Primes stood before it. This time, Link took the shell in hand and with a grunt of exertion and pain, his back still giving way as he moved, he bowled the shell with as much force as he could muster. The weapon took to the floor this time, moving at great pace towards Cenobia. With a dull crunch, the shell connected once again, colliding with Cenobia’s knee, throwing the beasts balance awry. It continued its lopsided advance, much to Link’s dismay.
The young Hero of Time bounded out of the Guardian’s path, stopping only to make sure his companions were also out of harm’s way. A satisfied nod escaped the boy briefly, before he continued to bowl the shell towards the beast’s limbs, causing it to stagger and sway during its rampant charges. Unfortunately, for Link at least, he had miscalculated and ended up a great deal closer to the beast than he had originally anticipated. Cenobia roared out once again as it swung its head, many times larger than the Hylian himself, towards the boy, launching him away and into a pile of rubble that lay nearby.
An exaggerated gasp left Link, winded by the rocks as he made a heavy landed into the jagged pile. As if his back wasn’t aching enough from the first time that happened, he mused quietly, groaning audibly as he pushed himself to his feet, steadying himself with fists planted onto his knees. Erik had made his way around onto the Guardian’s back, the swaying of his head proving more difficult to stay latched onto than he had previously anticipated. He remained on it’s back for as long as possible, poking and prodding at any exposed fur or skin with his stick, smaller spurts of black blood spewed out into the air and covered the Psychic as he clung on for dear life. All the while, however, the trio’s third member followed the beast’s path, continually flinging stones and the like from his slingshot, attempting to connect with the Guardian’s good eye. A few shots landed home, causing the beast’s eye to flicker open and closed, allowing the triumvirate to unleash a whole flurry of attacks upon the weakening beast.
Link rounded Cenobia as it whirled around desperately, lunging out at anything and everything in its path. It was perhaps more dangerous now than when it had full use of both of its eyes and the like. The boy, shell in hand, twisted his body somewhat as he turned to get a clean strike on Cenobia’s skull. And with a sickening scream, through sheer determination, the Hylian ignored the pain in his back as he launched the shell once again, the entirety of his force put behind the throw.