[ Her warning reaches him as he's still trying to light the second arrow. The call forces him to look up and his focus stalls as he watches her trying to evade the guards... right underneath the straw goat they're trying to set on fire.
This seems like a bad idea. Link doesn't want to hurt anybody, but if they're screwing around right next to the goat itself, isn't that kinda dangerous?
There isn't much time to ponder it beyond that. The second pair of guards is yelling and pointing at him. Having been to this cafe a few times, he knows that it will be easy for them to get up here onto the roof from the second floor balcony. He's got maybe thirty seconds tops before they're climbing up and commanding him to stop — ]
Leave! Get out of there!
[ No time, he tells himself, so he does something he was hoping to not have to do. Instead of lighting the second arrow, he notches it in his bowstring and pulls it back. At the same time, his black-skinned hand, bound by mysterious rings and bangles, starts to glow from beneath the skin with a vibrant green. With a sharp noise like cymbals ringing and a burst of green energy, the well of oil attaches to the end of the arrow by some unseen force, and Link fires it — both arrow and oil, merged as one — at the small fire already starting to smoke as it burns out.
The reservoir shatters, splattering oil all over the goat. The fire doesn't catch immediately, but the guards have a much bigger problem now! ]
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This seems like a bad idea. Link doesn't want to hurt anybody, but if they're screwing around right next to the goat itself, isn't that kinda dangerous?
There isn't much time to ponder it beyond that. The second pair of guards is yelling and pointing at him. Having been to this cafe a few times, he knows that it will be easy for them to get up here onto the roof from the second floor balcony. He's got maybe thirty seconds tops before they're climbing up and commanding him to stop — ]
Leave! Get out of there!
[ No time, he tells himself, so he does something he was hoping to not have to do. Instead of lighting the second arrow, he notches it in his bowstring and pulls it back. At the same time, his black-skinned hand, bound by mysterious rings and bangles, starts to glow from beneath the skin with a vibrant green. With a sharp noise like cymbals ringing and a burst of green energy, the well of oil attaches to the end of the arrow by some unseen force, and Link fires it — both arrow and oil, merged as one — at the small fire already starting to smoke as it burns out.
The reservoir shatters, splattering oil all over the goat. The fire doesn't catch immediately, but the guards have a much bigger problem now! ]