[ The Guardian continues to advance and Link continues to stare it down. His body is still, but his mind is focused; it seems he's waiting for something, poised and at the ready. The beam of the laser sight gets brighter as the machine advances, the laser point going from a blurry dot to a large, sharp circle the closer it gets. But he still doesn't move, doesn't run, doesn't look away long enough to notice Atsumu climbing (somehow? through the air??) up towards him —
suddenly, the high-pitched squeal of a weapon firing. Half a second later, Link swings his left arm — the arm carrying his shield — with a similar angle and motion as someone swinging a tennis racket.
But it's not a squishy ball he's deflecting. He swiped his shield at the moment that the Guardian's blast would have hit him — deflecting the laser off the polished surface of the shield with the kind of intensely precise timing that only comes with experience and practice.
The laser travels directly back in the direction it came, striking the bottom part of its large metal chassis and boring a hole straight through to one of its mechanical legs. The leg flashes and twists wildly, severed but still moving, like the tail of a lizard. This injury appears to jolt the Guardian out of its current programming loop, its swiveling head turning as if struck with confusion —
that's when he notices a shock of orange hair in the corner of his eye. ]
What the — Atsumu?! Get down! Get back down, right now!
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suddenly, the high-pitched squeal of a weapon firing. Half a second later, Link swings his left arm — the arm carrying his shield — with a similar angle and motion as someone swinging a tennis racket.
But it's not a squishy ball he's deflecting. He swiped his shield at the moment that the Guardian's blast would have hit him — deflecting the laser off the polished surface of the shield with the kind of intensely precise timing that only comes with experience and practice.
The laser travels directly back in the direction it came, striking the bottom part of its large metal chassis and boring a hole straight through to one of its mechanical legs. The leg flashes and twists wildly, severed but still moving, like the tail of a lizard. This injury appears to jolt the Guardian out of its current programming loop, its swiveling head turning as if struck with confusion —
that's when he notices a shock of orange hair in the corner of his eye. ]
What the — Atsumu?! Get down! Get back down, right now!