A: Serpents [ Zelda's not unused to fighting large fire-breathing reptiles, just not of this sort. Still, the principle is the same: dodge the fire, distract them, break their guard, and unleash an attack. Should anyone be watching, the rapier she holds may seem far too thin to pierce their thick skin or horns, but it does just that as she dances through the battle until finally cutting down the last one. Not a drop of grime falls on her person, but her sword is caked in filth after. The blade whistles through the air as she brandishes it to the side, whipping the dirt, blood, and grime from its edge onto the ground, but does not sheath it just yet. Not that she actually has a scabbard on her person, mind you, but for now the sword remains drawn.
The woman looks down towards the last serpent she's slain, turning its head over with her boot. Her expression remains controlled and undisturbed as the monster's long tongue lolls out from its mouth and onto the ground. ] What are these things?
[ To her, better question is: can she salvage any part of them for her own use? Their skin looks tough and malleable, but more importantly... if they can spit fire, they must have some sort of highly combustible substance within them, perhaps some type of oil. That would be extremely useful to have on hand. Welp, better get to work. ]
B: Bitty Zelda [ The girl's hair is a tussled mess of gold after having spent an entire day skipping happily along an otherwise dreary setting. Still oblivious to what perils the world holds-- or, perhaps, not so much oblivious as simply ignoring it-- the girl has now found a place to perch and bring out a golden harp, at which point she begins to strum a few notes.
The song begins pleasantly enough, but then one note is struck oddly and she stops the melody altogether. ] --Ah. [ She whines, looking down at the harp. Her lips form into a pout, and stubbornly she pats the body of the instrument as if it would goad it to sound correctly. ] That's not it...
C: It's ~Wuv~ [ She's never been in love, really, for she's had a love for everyone in the sense that she adores the world and wishes to protect it. But love of the romantic sort? It's quite beyond her in that she doesn't even know how to recognize it herself. So when you, lucky you, happen catch her eye, she's struck with a strange sense you're suddenly the only person in the entire multiverse that matters to her, someone who she should cherish, someone who she should protect--
--Someone is about to step into a puddle. OH NO THE HORROR. No way can she let her newfound crush sully themselves!! ] Please. [ She will interject, a gentle hand tapping on your shoulder before stepping forward. ] Allow me.
[ Are you ready for some traditional chivalrous bullshit? Because that's what going to happen. She pulls out a white scarf, woven of fine but sturdy material, the kind one would use to temper fierce winds.... and lays it over the puddle. Zelda then gestures with her hand. There, your path is now without any puddles that may soak your boots. ]
Zelda | Hyrule Warriors
The woman looks down towards the last serpent she's slain, turning its head over with her boot. Her expression remains controlled and undisturbed as the monster's long tongue lolls out from its mouth and onto the ground. ] What are these things?
[ To her, better question is: can she salvage any part of them for her own use? Their skin looks tough and malleable, but more importantly... if they can spit fire, they must have some sort of highly combustible substance within them, perhaps some type of oil. That would be extremely useful to have on hand. Welp, better get to work. ]
B: Bitty Zelda [ The girl's hair is a tussled mess of gold after having spent an entire day skipping happily along an otherwise dreary setting. Still oblivious to what perils the world holds-- or, perhaps, not so much oblivious as simply ignoring it-- the girl has now found a place to perch and bring out a golden harp, at which point she begins to strum a few notes.
The song begins pleasantly enough, but then one note is struck oddly and she stops the melody altogether. ] --Ah. [ She whines, looking down at the harp. Her lips form into a pout, and stubbornly she pats the body of the instrument as if it would goad it to sound correctly. ] That's not it...
C: It's ~Wuv~ [ She's never been in love, really, for she's had a love for everyone in the sense that she adores the world and wishes to protect it. But love of the romantic sort? It's quite beyond her in that she doesn't even know how to recognize it herself. So when you, lucky you, happen catch her eye, she's struck with a strange sense you're suddenly the only person in the entire multiverse that matters to her, someone who she should cherish, someone who she should protect--
--Someone is about to step into a puddle. OH NO THE HORROR. No way can she let her newfound crush sully themselves!! ] Please. [ She will interject, a gentle hand tapping on your shoulder before stepping forward. ] Allow me.
[ Are you ready for some traditional chivalrous bullshit? Because that's what going to happen. She pulls out a white scarf, woven of fine but sturdy material, the kind one would use to temper fierce winds.... and lays it over the puddle. Zelda then gestures with her hand. There, your path is now without any puddles that may soak your boots. ]