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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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The-Blades-slave:
Link
Link had leaped into actions only seconds after he fired the arrows, shooting his hook-claw at a trunk several dozen yards below him, and snagging it on that, before jumping. He fell quickly, and when the hook-claw ran out of slack it tugged sharply on his arm, jerking it awkwardly upwards, but he only dangled for a second before he pulled himself onto the tree trunk his claw had latched on. His arm may now be stinging badly, but he'd managed to get a decent distance away from where he was at in only a few seconds.

Once the stinging in his arm had quieted down he peered up at X, studying the way he seemed to ride on an ever extending crystal platform. The foliage between them was too thick to take another shot, and he was only catching glimpses, but the man seemed to be nursing a wound in his arm, so something had hit. Now, to get in position again.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
X

He jumped of the platform, which shattered into peices as soon as he was off of it, and looked for the warrior. He was nowhere in sight, and X thought for a moment... but was interrupted by a noise under him. He attached his sword to his belt and quickly forged a large scythe, then seemed to drop backwards and span once, sinking the scythe into one of the tree's with the blade cracking a bit, and he swung downwards, getting himself to where he thought he heard the sound and slowly looked around for any movements, bringing out his sword.
This is getting really repetitive... when is he going to show his face?
He then had an idea, it was stupid but it may actually work.
Oh man, this is sure getting tiring looking for a certain green hero. Would be a shame if I got unlucky! OH GODS! I seem to have stabbed myself with my sword again, this is the worst!
he waited a few seconds to see if he would actually respond, searching for any sounds or movement.

The-Blades-slave:
Link
Link didn't move as the astral leaped down to where he was, just one tree trunk above him. The cloaked being paused, and then started screeching up a storm about impaling himself with his sword. The memory was familiar, and Link was sure the creature had done it before, but from his perch below the astral, there was no injury other than an arrow through his arm. So the Hyliian didn't react, only held his breath and remained still, hidden in the thick foliage of the trees.

And then, still holding his breath, he very slowly drew his bow... and launched four arrows in a blurry at the target, one aimed at his neck, one his uninjured arm, and two at his legs. Then he leaped out from his cover, letting the bow and quiver drop his back and fall thousands of feet to the ground. They would only weigh him down, and not it was a fight. Unsure if the arrows had hit from his vantage point, Link drew his sword and shield, then nimbly leaped onto the trunk his opponent was on.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
X

He looked around, and then turned his gaze downwards, looking for movement. His eye wandered to a glint of light in the shadows, and half a second later arrows were fired at him from right below him. He swiftly dodged the arrow that shot at his neck and his arm, and only barely managed to get away with cuts in his left leg, and an arrow sticking into his right leg. He then rolled backwards, getting back up in a fighting stance as the Hylian revealed himself. X yanked the arrow out of his leg, the arrow's tip dyed with blue blood.
So your this Link I've heard about. So now that your here...
He pointed the tip of his blade at Link.
Let's play, shall we boy...?
He then ruthlessly lunged at Link, quickly materializing another sword and slashing at him.

The-Blades-slave:
Link
Link blocked the attack with his shield, and the sword shattered, covering his shield in dull colored powder. He didn't have time to ponder it at his instincts took over, and he brought his sword around for a stab at X's midriff, slamming the blade under his shield so his face was still protected from the dust that was still sprinkling down. He was taking no chances.

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