[ Months of lonely wandering, with nothing but his own wits and skills to rely on, had sharpened Link's ability to size up a location — the open space, both horizonal and vertical, along with its obstructions and boundaries. Although in this instance he isn't trying to formulate a plan for surviving a battle with a pack of monsters twice his size, his mind is working in a similar way nonetheless as he follow Gavial's gaze outward at the courtyard surrounding the goat. ]

Yeah, my aim's pretty good.

[ A humble understatement... but he's not one to brag, anyway. As far as flammable projectiles go — ]

I've got my bow right here and plenty of arrows. [ He reaches back to pat the quiver nested in the small of his back, hanging from several belts at a horizontal angle. ] Maybe if we can find a way to light them with fire?