No manner of shield of blessed blade is able to deter the oncoming attack, the flames consuming Link in a plume of crimson and orange as his body is tempered to a painful scorching sensation. He cries aloud, standing in the very spot where the spell is cast, swinging his sword wildly to try and dismiss the flames that cover him.
Moments pass to see much of his equipment and clothing singed and charred, his skin turning a bright shade of red while other markings on his face turn an almost bluish black. He's weakened, but the fight has not yet left him, not when the fate of the planet is at stake.
He coughs, struggling to step forward as his shield and sword maintain no evidence of the spell. His eyes remain their perfect depth of blue, looking to the Librarian as his feet barely keep him standing.
"Is.. Is that the best your.. your magic can conjure?"
His chest feels heavier, as if every breath of air puts a pound or more onto his frame.
"Blair.. Listen.. to reason. You stand with villains.. You are better.. Better than this! This isn't a debate of roles.. We were brought here for a reason, and right now I stand not because of that designation or calling. I stand because it is what is right, and it is what the Goddess Hylia wishes of me. I beg you.. stand aside or it shall not just be I who is injured by their treachery!"
Link extends the sword above his head as the blade begins to glow brightly. A tint of sky blue surrounds the edges of the magical weapon, growing brighter and brighter as he lowers it and points it towards the Librarian. He holds it there, his hand shaking so that the blade becomes unbalanced in his grip. Thrusting the blade with a swing, he brings it over his shoulder before whipping it back around as he slices at the air, sending a beam of energy in the shape of his attack towards the woman who attacked him. The light imbued with the purity of Hylia, despite his condition, is sent towards her with trained and focused accuracy.
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Moments pass to see much of his equipment and clothing singed and charred, his skin turning a bright shade of red while other markings on his face turn an almost bluish black. He's weakened, but the fight has not yet left him, not when the fate of the planet is at stake.
He coughs, struggling to step forward as his shield and sword maintain no evidence of the spell. His eyes remain their perfect depth of blue, looking to the Librarian as his feet barely keep him standing.
"Is.. Is that the best your.. your magic can conjure?"
His chest feels heavier, as if every breath of air puts a pound or more onto his frame.
"Blair.. Listen.. to reason. You stand with villains.. You are better.. Better than this! This isn't a debate of roles.. We were brought here for a reason, and right now I stand not because of that designation or calling. I stand because it is what is right, and it is what the Goddess Hylia wishes of me. I beg you.. stand aside or it shall not just be I who is injured by their treachery!"
Link extends the sword above his head as the blade begins to glow brightly. A tint of sky blue surrounds the edges of the magical weapon, growing brighter and brighter as he lowers it and points it towards the Librarian. He holds it there, his hand shaking so that the blade becomes unbalanced in his grip. Thrusting the blade with a swing, he brings it over his shoulder before whipping it back around as he slices at the air, sending a beam of energy in the shape of his attack towards the woman who attacked him. The light imbued with the purity of Hylia, despite his condition, is sent towards her with trained and focused accuracy.