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Harden your heart.

He’s panting. Hard and heavy. Breathless gasps leave bloodied lips. An ambush. Men wielding iron hurtled themselves upon their makeshift camp; nine pairs of empty hands their only resistance. Link is no greenhorn. The dagger clenched in a white knuckle grip speaks of a life wrought with the threat of a slit throat or gutted stomach. His opponent’s face is split into a crooked leer; dark eyes dart between Link’s own and his left hand. Link’s being vibrates in anticipation of the coming blow, his heart pounding its incessant song of battle and death. But Link is no greenhorn. A tempest of red and black meets his foe, his piercing blade driving itself into the soft and vulnerable. In, out. In, out. In, out. In, out. In. Link straddles his enemy now, sporting a grimace as his work is nearly finished. The villain’s gone slack below, skin tallow and waxy as crimson soaks into the ground, onto Link’s knees. Empty eyes gaze into his own, fixing him in place as quiet groans of pain and fear quickly subside into eternal silence.

Better him than me.

Gold-laden hands push against the earth, and with a shuddering breath, Link moves. Only a few foes remain, the rest making acquaintance with the soil. Link eyes his next, a lanky fellow brandishing a cruel dagger towards a bloodied Traveler. Sod flies as the thunder of boots coupled with the thunder of his own heart fills Link’s twitching ears. An exposed flank beckons his blade forth—thunk!

Sure legs disappear from under him as Link is sent sprawling into a heap. Confusion reigns supreme as his mind sifts through the sandstorm of stimuli competing for attention. He’s fallen. Breaths are coming short. A gilded hand grips the dirt in order to right himself and-ah. His right arm can’t bend up at the shoulder. The fight a distant memory, Link abandons his dagger and drags his left hand along his right side until his fingertips brush against them. Feathers. Fletching. Here Link rests, upon a bloodied field of battle nothing more than a simple hunter’s quarry. Confusion bleeds into panic as war-weary fingers prod at the gruesome reminder of the utter finality of death.

SOOO, I started Hyrule Warriors!! Made this before I got the game though, but yeah, it's finally happening

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oh wow, didn't notice that ._. (guess it's the new file time unless I want Krita to crash)