Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:43 pm
The boy wiped out the sweat off his brow with his handkerchief. His eyes stared at his work with satisfaction: a large pile of wooden logs, all piled up on one another, forming a pyramid shape. He had woken up quite early, before the sun had even considered to rise, to deal with the disturbance he had made in the street the night prior. First and foremost, he took care of removing the stump, easily unearthing the remains of the trunk and all the roots that connected to it with a swift and powerful pull. Then, moving along to the branch area, abandoned in the middle of the street, he carefully plucked out all the fruits from their branches. He made three piles - one for the ones ripe and ready for consumption, another for those still green, and a final one for those that had been ruined after the tree fell. He picked out a couple from the first pile and unceremoniously dug in; it was time for breakfast.
After his morning meal had left him satisfied, he started digging up a small hole where the stump had once been, and, using the seeds that remained from the fruit he had eaten, he planted a new tree where the old one had prospered. Using his rupee pouch, previously emptied for safety, he collected some water from the nearby sea and watered the earth surrounding the seeds; he trusted they would soon turn to saplings and would one day grow into a large tree like their predecessor. "Grow." - he spoke to them, tapping the earth over them warmly. He stood up. Now all that was left was to take care of the debris in the middle of the street. Hoisting his axe well above his form, he proceeded in chopping down the two logs into more manageable wooden blocks, parallelepiped in shape, and stacking them together in a large square besides the inn doorway. After that was done - the sun had decided to grace the world with his presence by this time - he started to cut each individual branch separately, and piling the resulting sticks over the wooden blocks he had just constructed. It was a meticulous work, to make each branch disconnected from any other smaller intersections, and removing every single leaf. By the time he was done, already some commotion was underway in the area surrounding him - yelling that had no doubt come from the inn, people fighting some ways off from him... These were not his affairs however; as such, he had no interest in their development.
However, when his employer darts from the inn and decides to intervene in this struggle, then it made these affairs his as well. The boy dropped the stack of fruit he was about to deliver for the Zora's breakfast - it didn't look like he'd need them now - and raised his axe well up, having no problems in wielding its heavy form.
Hedgehogs weren't the only ones who could attack via spinning.
After his morning meal had left him satisfied, he started digging up a small hole where the stump had once been, and, using the seeds that remained from the fruit he had eaten, he planted a new tree where the old one had prospered. Using his rupee pouch, previously emptied for safety, he collected some water from the nearby sea and watered the earth surrounding the seeds; he trusted they would soon turn to saplings and would one day grow into a large tree like their predecessor. "Grow." - he spoke to them, tapping the earth over them warmly. He stood up. Now all that was left was to take care of the debris in the middle of the street. Hoisting his axe well above his form, he proceeded in chopping down the two logs into more manageable wooden blocks, parallelepiped in shape, and stacking them together in a large square besides the inn doorway. After that was done - the sun had decided to grace the world with his presence by this time - he started to cut each individual branch separately, and piling the resulting sticks over the wooden blocks he had just constructed. It was a meticulous work, to make each branch disconnected from any other smaller intersections, and removing every single leaf. By the time he was done, already some commotion was underway in the area surrounding him - yelling that had no doubt come from the inn, people fighting some ways off from him... These were not his affairs however; as such, he had no interest in their development.
However, when his employer darts from the inn and decides to intervene in this struggle, then it made these affairs his as well. The boy dropped the stack of fruit he was about to deliver for the Zora's breakfast - it didn't look like he'd need them now - and raised his axe well up, having no problems in wielding its heavy form.
He was not very well versed in fights, having not participated in one before, but it couldn't be much harder than chopping trees. He first scanned the area for an adequate target. These piratefolk seemed like the opponents, the trees he needed to cut down to size. Eying a random element on that team, he eventually focused on the individual clad in red: he seemed to stand out the most, and, compared to the other pirates, did not seem like the biggest threat. Like a wild bull, he quickly charged at the man, encouraged by words of leadership he had heard just a few moments before. He quickly shortened the distance between the two of them, his expression calm and emotionless, and when it looked like they would collide, the boy leaped up high and spun his axe vertically, spinning his own body in the process to add momentum and potency to his attack.Learn: Superstrength - A passive ability; the user's muscles become hard-trained, allowing them to use heavy weapons with great dexterity and removing all costs from their use.
L1 - Can use
Hedgehogs weren't the only ones who could attack via spinning.
