They fight as one. Midna's magic focuses on targeting the enemies, bringing them within her energy field. Link's teeth and claws make the most of the enhanced damage.
She laughs, a mad little giggle as he takes them down, a streak of black and white upon the shadowed field. Small fingers grip tight to his fur, her small form leaning and shifting with his each lunge and pull, a synchronized dance they perform to perfection.
Until.
One fiend lunges for the wolf's legs, and as he feints to avoid it, others slam into his flank. A sudden scream, the cry equal parts outrage and pain as Midna is torn from his back by the latter, taking fistfuls of his fur in her desperation to hold on.
The bokoblins shriek in delight, their grimy hands holding fast to her arms, her torso, her helmet. And then it becomes a fight as the stupid creatures vie for control of their prize.
"Let go of me! You bastards!" Another cry as the two unite only a moment, slamming her into the ground. Her head jolts and then Midna goes limp.
And then the night explodes, a snarl erupting from the wolf whose blue eyes burn. And there is no hesitation as he springs forward, incisors sinking into the nearest enemy, ripping out its throat. Muzzle red and dripping, Link turns to the others. Only then does the horde begin to realize its grave mistake.
Terrified, two rush him, weapons sinking into his shoulder, his neck. But he no longer seems to feel the pain. Instead he almost seems to smile in a grisly show of teeth before he surges forward, ramming his head into one, sending the bokoblin flying. The other cannot even begin to run before its neck snaps between his jaws. And for perhaps the first time, Link earns his title. Beast. All vicious bites and heavy blows, he attacks with a savagery that leaves his foes scrambling to escape.
But they won't. Oh no. Any chance of their survival, of mercy, died when they dared to touch her.
Bones snap with sharp cracks, flesh rips into bloody ribbons.
And still he is not satisfied.
Not until he reaches her. Whining, Link nudges her hip. Wake up, wake up... Damn this form! He aches to reach for her with human hands, cradle her in his arms til she wakes. But no, he must settle for bumping her with his muzzle, standing guard over her.
A small groan and her brows pull tight. Slowly, fiery eyes flutter open, take in the carnage around her, focus in on him. The scarlet dripping down his chin, oozing from wounds decorating his shaking limbs. And the depths of her gaze mirror his own fear.
"You made a mess!" Her lips tilt, a farce of the smirk he knows. And he could bark a laugh, spread his lips into a smile. Pretend that seeing her slump to the ground didn't make his heart turn to ice.
No. As she regains her feet, he closes the space between them, the space that never should have existed. His chin hooks over her shoulder, pulls her into his chest.
"Link!"
Even as she protests, her hands slide around his neck, fingers tangle in his fur and pull. Hold me.
His head tilts further, tucks her tight against him. I will.