Chapter 20: How Much Does it take to Break a Link?
Of course Lina would toss and turn in her sleep. Of course she would swing each of her appendages like clubs and slug anyone around her indiscriminately. Hypocritically she slept like an animal despite her grievances with Link in the cave.
The Slayers have accustomed themselves to maintain their sleep with the violent Lina thrashing about and snoring, but not Link. Yes, they did camp out and she snored still, but they slept in the wide wilderness with limitless elbow room. How could one remain asleep with someone's bare foot slapped upon one's face?
Disgusted, Link pushed Lina's foot off. The leg swung and slugged Amelia's stomach. Miraculously she remained asleep but the princess did grunt at the impact.
"Guhh… Foul villain!… Taste my Hammer of Just-hrrrrmmemimeeeemmmmm…" the princess mumbled in her sleep. Lina snored as she rolled, sprawled like a fool.
Link growled as he messaged his face. There's no way he'll get any sleep here. Putting his head scarf back on, the Hylian sneaked his way out of the claustrophobic wagon.
At last free of his prison, the elfin hominid stretched his arms and yawned. The moon was bright this night as he adjusted his eyes to the beams of the lunar rays. Yearning for something to do after his sleep's interruption he made his way to the horses.
As the green dressed man approached, Epona stirred and woke gracefully. The mare was always happy to see her master.
Despite their embarrassing disguises Link and Epona reinforced their unique bond. Link greeted his steed by speaking gently in Hylian, a language that felt so relieving to the horse and the man.
Smiling, Link brushed her nose (still covered in Amelia's white paint). Chuckling, he rested his tired forehead on Epona's muzzle. "What have we gotten ourselves into, girl?"
"Miss Mimi?"
Link jumped sky-high. Panicking, he spun to find Edgar looking at him with concern. "What are you doing up so late, Miss Mimi?"
A lump clogged Link's throat. Stuttering like an idiot, Link recovered by ceasing to speak his native tongue and stuttered in a girly pitch, "O-Oh! M-Mister Edgar! I was just- I couldn't sleep! So I thought I'd check the horses!"
Edgar didn't seem to be phased by Link's nervousness. The manager smiled. "Ah, I see. That's very kind of you, Miss Mimi. In fact,"
Edgar approached a grey colored horse and patted its nose. "I came to see my friend, too. Do you mind if I stay here with you?"
Link calmed down a bit. Forcing a fake smile, Link said girlishly, "Oh, I don't mind!"
Moments passed by passively for Edgar, but for Link it was like hours standing on thin ice. Edgar simply groomed his horse while Link's stomach knotted itself, afraid of any little gesture would give away his true identity.
Link wasn't afraid of Edgar per se, but of Lina. Before the heroes joined the troupe Lina gave the boys a "friendly" pep talk:
"And by the way, if you guys tell ANYONE the truth or slip up into blowing our cover," Lina smirked evilly as she drew a line across her throat. "I'll make you regret it."
The disguised elf shuddered at the violent sorceress's threat. Epona nudged her master reassuringly, but Link was still stiff as a board with the manager around.
Edgar smiled as he stroke his horse's nose. "I'm glad you joined our troupe, Miss Mimi. You and your sisters have much talent. In fact, we were lucky to run into you before the show. We were a bit under-staffed."
Link cringed but managed a smile. "Oh, that's good!"
The manager's expression suddenly became very melancholy. "Yes, I suppose it is…" he muttered sadly.
Despite his discomfort, Link couldn't help but raise his eyebrow. "Did- Did I say something wrong?" Link asked, hoping to keep a positive relationship with Edgar out of fear of Lina's wrath. As suddenly as his sadness appeared Edgar dissolved it into a reassuring smile. Feeling Link's eyes on him, Edgar responded, "I-It's nothing to worry about, Miss Mimi. You're too beautiful to let yourself be worried."
Awkward silence. A blushing Edgar spun his head back towards his horse, cursing himself for blurting out such a stupid remark. A green faced Link on the other hand almost regurgitated his lunch.
Unfortunately for Link his discomfort did catch Edgar's attention. Frowning, the band manager decided to pry, "Miss Mimi, you're shivering. Is something wrong?"
Beads of panicked sweat trickled down Link's face. "I-I'm fine! It's just-just," Oh Golden Goddesses, how can he get out of the situation?! "Just a little ch-chilly! Yeah! Just nippy out! Ah, Ah-!"
To make his cover all the more convincing Link was able to force a fake sneeze.
"Gesundheit!" Edgar responded with alarm. Sniffling, Link thanked Edgar for his remark.
Edgar looked up at the sky. "It is a bit cold out; you should probably go inside and get-"
The manager barely finished his sentence as Link darted back to his wagon. "You know what, Mr. Edgar? You're right! I am sleepy again and I better go to sleep. Thanks for the talk-" Link chattered as he raced for the safety of the wagon.
Edgar called out to Link. "Wait, Miss Mimi!" But his cries fell on deaf ears as Link leapt back into his carriage.
Sighing, Edgar turned back to his horse. "Wow. I hope I didn't scare her… What do you guys think?"
Edgar met the horses' eyes, including Epona's. Surprisingly the equines were looking at him weird, as if they knew a disturbing truth that Edgar was completely oblivious to. He tilted his head. "What?"
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Gourry was sprinting. He sweated as the intense heat of the cavern added to his own body temperature, threatening to knock out the swordsman.
But that wasn't the strange part: he was wearing a blue version of Link's tunic and hat. It was far more simplistic than the elf's and it did not have any chain mail or undershirts.
His exposed knees, face, and arms burned as fire keese launched themselves at them. But he could do nothing to swat the pests because he was holding something above his head: a bomb!
But the strangest part was that there were heart shapes floating above his head. They were like transparent slots, yet only the last heart had one fourths of its red color left.
The fuse ate itself away as Gourry ran like a maniac. "Ahhhhhhhh! What gives?! Someone, help meeeeeee!"
Suddenly the swordsman skidded to a halt; he had reached a dead end. Before he could even attempt to think of a way out of the situation, the bomb exploded.
The blast destroyed the loose rocks underneath Gourry, launching him straight down.
It was a huge drop, but he landed quickly on the shore of a lava pool. As if his troubles weren't over, something big thundered behind him. Panicking, Gourry spun.
Before him was a reptilian beast roaring on all fours. But the scariest part was that it had the head of a howling Lina Inverse.
"Yooooooooooouuuuuu Jeeeeellllyyyfisshhhh fooorrrr braaaaaaaiiiiinnnnsssss!" the Dodongo Lina bellowed. Gourry suffered a heart attack and fainted.
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"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Gourry cried as he flailed his arms. His elbow slugged Zelgadis in the face as his other hand slammed Link in the stomach.
"What the-?! Gourry!" Lina gripped his head in a vice grip. "Wake up, you jellyfish!"
Steadily Gourry awoke from his night terror. Blinking, he surveyed his surroundings. "Woah! Were am I?"
Amelia sighed as she stretched. "He's fine…" the princess observed.
"That's wonderful!" Zelgadis mumbled sarcastically as he held his face. Link groaned as he nursed his abdomen.
Lina held her face at Gourry's foolishness. "What's up with everyone getting dreams? Can't we just have ONE quiet night?"
"Now THAT'S the pot calling the kettle black!" Amelia pointed out, before Lina threw a music score at her.
Link grumbled as he slammed his face into his pillow. "I'm so tired! Can't I just sleep?" he complained as the pillow muffled his voice.
A nock echoed in the wagon. "Excuse me? Girls?" a female musician called from outside. A hand reached in to pull the tarp.
Lina panicked. Harshly she whispered for the boys to act feminine again. They quickly complied.
"Girls?" The hand pulled the tarp back, revealing one of the musicians of the troupe. She surveyed the Slayers, oblivious to their fraudulent disguises. The girl frowned. "Ladies, rehearsal's about to start! Have you all overslept?"
Lina giggled nervously. "Hehe… I suppose we did! Whoops! But a girl's gotta have her beauty sleep, right?"
The musician sighed. "Well, c'mon! We're starting soon! Mr. Mark will get upset if you don't show up! Hurry!"
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"Alright, ladies. From the top!" Mark ordered as he raised his baton. The ladies (and the three men in disguise) begun to play to the Mark's lead. For Link and Zelgadis it was cakewalk: both had plenty of experience playing music and their respective instruments. It was nice, too because they could focus playing songs without being preoccupied with their embarrassing aliases.
Gourry wasn't doing as well. He did keep up, but he felt more and more nervous as the song progressed. "I can do this!… I can do this!…"
In spite of his self reassurance Gourry felt the danger of loosing control more and more. The song soon entered its bridge. His nervousness soon became desperation as he tried to shake the tambourines on cue. Link and Zelgadis stole a peak at the tall swordsman. They both sweated.
Like a klutz Gourry tripped on his own dress, dropping his instrument and falling face flat next to the two girls in front. The song crashed epically.
"Argh! No, no, no! This won't do at all! Miss Lala, that's the third time you botched your cue!" Mark groaned as he messaged his face in controlled frustration.
Lina face-palmed at the sight, the towel she was using to clean the spare instruments in her face. "That Jellyfish!"
Zelgadis groaned at his friend's incompetence. "Gourry, what the hell is going on?! It's just tambourines!" he scolded harshly.
"Sorry…" the swordsman moaned from his fallen state. Mark sighed. "I'm afraid this won't do… I'm afraid you're not quite cut out for this, Ms. Lala. Therefore…"
Before Gourry knew it, he was washing the laundry in his new janitorial job with Lina and Amelia.
Lina again smacked her face in defeat as Gourry softly sobbed. "S-sorry…" he muttered, praying that Lina wouldn't lunge at him.
"At least you weren't kicked out of the group!" Amelia reassured. Edgar couldn't help but smile awkwardly. "Oh, that's too bad, Miss Lala. Maybe with more practice you can make the cut next time."
The sans-Gourry band continued their rehearsal right up till lunch. Link would have enjoyed his meal if it weren't for Edgar glancing at him with admiration. Each time the disguised elf looked towards him Edgar would flinch and swivel his attention somewhere else. Link sweated and rolled his eyes.
Lina of course wasn't ignorant to Link's situation. She nudged him. "Soooooooooo… I see that you have an admirer, Mimi! Lucky gal!" she teased. Link grimaced. "It's not funny, Lele." he retorted in a harsh whisper.
Amelia cupped her hands in delight. "Oh, its so cute! Mr. Edgar and Ms. Mimi would make a lovely pair!"
Lina grinned in pure enjoyment of Link's torment. "Yeah! I can see it now! You and Big, Strapping Edgar riding away on his steed into the sunset!"
Chills slithered down Link's spine as his faced tensed in horror. Amelia giggled. "Oh, its just like Mr. Gourry and the Great Baloon! Remember all the dresses he gave him?"
Gourry frowned. Link gazed at him in shock. "They've let this happen to you, too!?"
"And he proposed to him on the same day! It was love in first sight!" Lina continued, clearly enjoying her friend's torment. "You better watch yourself, Link! He might pop the question to ya anytime!"
Link ducked his head under the picnic table and spat out his lunch in disgust. Gasping he protested and begged Lina to help him keep Edgar away. She waved her finger. "Oh no, Link. This is something you gotta deal with yourself. Every girl should know how to stand up for herself and reject someone she doesn't like!"
"But I'm not a girl!" the Hylian growled, his cerulean eyes becoming daggers. Lina ignored him, "But can you really bring yourself to break the heart of a man who is so sweet? That would be just cruel!" She laughed deviously to herself. Gourry patted Link. "I feel your pain…"
Zelgadis sighed. "Regardless, we still need to stay on the band's good side. Because of our typical foolishness we're dragging the troupe behind. We have got to be careful."
"Zelgadis?!" Link begged harshly. "Can't you do something with her?!" The ex-chimera sipped his coffee, taking care not to spill on his shall. "Nope. You should know by now that Lina can't be reasoned with."
Despite Link's disappointment the day dragged on. After the second rehearsal the troupe made their way through the mountain path with their sights on Vir city. The Slayers became more concerned as they ventured into the pass where the ambush took place.
"Miss Lina, do you think we'll be attacked?" Amelia whimpered as she huddled closer to her friend. Lina shrugged. "Who knows. If we were attacked I doubt it would be as large as an assault as it was with us."
Link's knuckles tightened on Epona's reigns. "What if that's the case? We can't just attack them outright… they'll know its us!"
Meanwhile Edgar was just as concerned as the heroes. "Mark, what if we're attacked? We're hardly warriors and these woman are defenseless!"
Mark gave Edgar a comforting smile. "Don't worry about it, Edgar. All we need to worry about is making sure the new girls stay on track."
The young manager nodded. "Of course. But Cece and Mimi are doing quite well and the other sisters seem to do well for custodians. But I can't shake off the feeling of dread… I'm afraid we might get attacked! What of us and the girls? What of Miss Mimi?"
As Edgar spoke Mark seemed to become annoyed. "Look, kid. We're gonna be fine. Now, be quiet."
"But, Mark sir-!"
"I said quiet, boy!" Mark snapped as he glared daggers. Edgar was appalled. Never has his boss snapped at him! What in the world has gotten into him? he wondered as he watched Mark crack the whip.
Unbeknownst to the managers the Slayers continued their conversation. "Maybe we just have to fight without magic and different weapons?" Amelia threw out. "Or maybe hide."
"Nuh-uh! No way is Lina Inverse gonna hide!" the crimson sorceress retorted harshly.
Link cringed as Edgar looked back at them. "Shh! Keep your voice down!"
"I like the idea of using different weapons…" Gourry added in as he scratched his chin.
Before anyone could add a thought Zelgadis stiffened. "We've got company."
Suddenly lizalfos and dinolfos riding their special chimeras were spotted dashing down the path. Edgar panicked and flinched as he held his sheathed dagger. Mark kept his cool. The woman in the group huddled and cried out in fear.
"Hush, ladies! Leave it to me…" Mark reassured. The troupe obliged and watched as the monsters stopped next to the caravan.
It was a much smaller posse than the last: just three individuals consisting of one dinolfos and two lizalfos. Obviously the leader the dinolfos addressed Mark. "Well well well! Whadda we 'ave 'ere?" the dino spat stupidly.
"Good day to you, Mister Beast Man." Mark responded politely as if he weren't speaking to a giant reptile. "How can I help you?"
Grunting the dinolfos shuffled through his pack. As he did his lizalfos lackeys circled the troupe. "We're lookin' for some trouble makers dat angered our mistress. Here are dere pictures…"
The Slayers' stomachs coiled as the monsters surveyed the group, hoping to not be recognized. Mark and Edgar observed the drawings. Lina cringed. "Damn…"
"Hmmmm…" the older manager hummed as he observed the images. "I can't say I have seen them." Respectfully he handed the papers back to the dinolfos.
"Humph. Are ya sure, puny human? Ya ain't pulling my tail, are ye?" the beast hissed. Edgar shivered as the beast drew his head closer. The reptilian noticed and feigned an attack. "Hiss!" Edgar flinched and fell on his bottom.
The beast men laughed. "Ah hah hah hah! Cowardly human more 'ike sheeps!"
The lizalfos leered at the woman, flicking their tongues in delight of their fear. Lina wanted to Fireball their scaly asses straight to the Overworld, but restrained herself. Likewise the rest of the group felt the same as they watched the bullies.
Gourry could sense Lina's frustration and wanted to place a hand on her shoulder. However he bumped into the cart and one of the instruments hanging fell off with a clang.
White faced Link instinctively bent down to reach it but a lizalfos beat him to it. The creature glared down at the disguised elf.
The moments seemed to drag as the group watched with their breaths stolen. Link didn't dare move.
"Whaasss siiss?" The lizard questioned as he cocked his head. Link swallowed. Suddenly the lizard's eyes grew. "Waits a minessss!"
The group gawked in horror as the lizard squinted at Link. The elf sweated like he had never before. Shit shit shit! he mentally cursed as the beast visually dissected him.
Lina was prepared to attack if it came to that. She silently begun to conjure.
The lizard blushed and grinned. With a clawed finger he pulled away a stray hair from Link's mouth. "Yous had a hairs in yos mouths! Donts swallows it."
The group fell. Happily the lizard grabbed the instrument and mounted it back onto the wagon. "Theres! Guuds as news!" grinning he turned to Link.
"Theres you goes, pretty lady!" the lizard beamed as a blush glowed on his scales. Link never felt more awkward.
Frustrated the dinolfos thwacked the lizalfos on the head. "You idiot! Ther' ain't no time for dat!"
The lizard lackey messaged his brused muzzle. "Aw, sorrys bosssss…"
Soon the monsters were on their way, making sure to tell Mark to let them know if they see the Slayers.
The troupe sighed in relief but the disguised Slayers' jaws wouldn't budge. "I… I thought for sure he recognized Mister Link…" Amelia breathed as she held her chest.
"Heh, they're pretty stupid!" Gourry giggled nervously. Link was torn. Should he be relieved that his disguise was good or should he be embarrassedly infuriated by a lizalfos flirting with him?!
Lina sighed. "Well, at least that's over with!"
On the crack of Mark's whip the caravan continued. As they moved forward Zelgadis found the papers with their pictures on them. "These must have fell out of that beast's pack."
The group huddled around and beheld their… artistic representations of them.
"What?!" Lina hissed as she beheld a fanged, frizzy haired imp witch scribbled on the page. Apparently she also had a forked tongue and was destroying a city in the background. "This isn't me!"
Amelia held her paper with her feelings hurt. "Gee… they made me pig nosed and chubby…"
Zelgadis regarded the goblin like stone creature brandishing a sword. He shrugged. Not like it would have bothered him.
Gourry scratched his head. "I don't get it. Why is mine just a picture of a jellyfish?"
Link smacked his face as he beheld a long nosed, dorky looking elf riding a horse that looked way too much like a donkey. Even in the background words like "golly" and "excuse me!" were scribbled in there.
Lina ripped the paper in pieces as they continued their tread. Edgar made his way to them. "Hey! Are you all alright?"
Amelia smiled nervously. "Oh, we're fine! Thank you for your concern, Mister Edgar!"
Edgar patted Link on the back softly. "I'm sorry about that… I hope you're not hurt."
Lina chuckled quietly at the expense of Link's dignity.
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Despite the Slayers' hope to reach Vir the troupe settled for one last time for night. Lina and Gourry fought over their food, the one personality trait that was far too important to conceal.
Zelgadis and Link spent a little time to practice for tomorrow's performance. Amelia ate quietly as she enjoyed listening to her friends play.
"Y'know, I didn't know you played the guitar before, Mr. Zelgadis! You can do a lot of things!" she smiled as the wood of the instrument simmered the fire's light.
"I was trained in a lot of arts besides that of magic and combat during my youth. But it's a long story…"
Amelia smiled as she subconsciously scooted closer to him. "We got time! I'd like to know: I love your story telling!"
Zelgadis smiled. "Well… alright… So, my interests began…"
Link wiped his brow as Amelia and Zelgadis conversed. He hated that he had to wear a scarf to hide his ears: these clothes made it unbearable to sit next to a bon fire. Damn… just one more night, Link… he consoled himself as he stood up.
Excusing himself from his friends Link made his way away from the fire pit. The elf approached a cliff overseeing the Outer World, it's dry forests and searing deserts. Link couldn't help but grin as he observed a river snaking its way through a canyon, his trained archer eyes catching critters skittering and sniffing about. The hero breathed in the cool air, finally addressing his overheating problem.
Yet his head was still hot; the scarf itself didn't help either as it's rims scratched at his neck. Cautiously, he looked behind his back. Was it safe to?… No one seemed to be around. Why not? His ears ached something awful. Link undid the not and pulled the scarf off with a relieved sigh. "Ahhhh…" The Hylian's ears slowly gravitated back to their original position, but still sore and wet with sweat. But it was so cool…
"Ah! Miss Mimi!-"
Link nearly fell to his death as he spun around to confront the intruder: it was Edgar!
"You're- you're!-"
Link stuttered over his words.
"You're an elf!" the manager gawked.
Oh Golden Goddesses, LINA'S GONNA KILL ME! Link screamed in the privacy of his mind. "I ca- I-I-I- I can e-explain!"
Edgar stared at Link thoughtfully. Soon the young manager grinned. "Oh I see what's going on here… you're hiding."
If Link screamed out loud, it would have been the highest pitched squeal. Edgar smiled softly. "You don't want people to find out that you're an elf! I see… Don't worry, Miss Mimi, your secret is safe with me." Edgar demonstrated his word as he held his finger to his lips winking.
Link blinked stupidly. "Oh? Oh… OH! Y-yeah! I-" the Hylian needed to act fast to keep this in his favor. "I REALLY appreciate it! Especially my adopted sisters!" he giggled nervously.
"I understand completely, Miss Mimi. I won't tell a soul." the manager smiled warmly. Edgar approached Link. "May I stand with you?"
Link nodded, but it wasn't like it was a choice in order to keep on his good side. Calm moments with Link's hidden anxiety floating in the air. Luckily Edgar was oblivious to it. The young manager sighed as he beheld the canyon. "Wow. This is such a beautiful view! If I had any free time, this would be a wonderful place to hike."
He gazed at Link admirably. He chuckled sheepishly. "What's wrong?!" Link chirped in the best girl voice he could squeak.
Edgar responded. "Oh, I'm sorry. Its just that I've never seen an elf before! But I know I shouldn't stare… Forgive me."
Link waved his comment off. "Oh, don't worry about it! I used to get that all the time."
Edgar smiled sadly as he gazed back at the canyon. He sighed. "I-I'm sorry… that was only half true…" he confessed.
Link looked back, suddenly feeling calm enough to actually listen. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"It's just that you look like my ex. She wasn't an elf, but she had blonde hair and cobalt eyes like you." Edgar elaborated as he stared off towards the distance, oblivious to Link's trip.
"She was a great singer; an angel!" he went on, gazing at the sky. "She had a knack for making great music, and she could play the winds just as good as you Miss Mimi." Link face-palmed his mug.
Looking down Edgar became melancholy once again. "Despite the fact that she had the talent, she didn't have the passion. I love traveling in a troupe, but she wanted to settle down. I felt like I couldn't do that because that was my life's purpose: spreading music across the land." The young manager gazed down at the canyon holding back a tear. "I made the mistake of staying stubborn, and she left the troupe for good."
He had to admit, Link did feel a little sorry for the guy despite that he should have been more considerate to the ex. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
Edgar shook his head smiling. "No need to apologize, Miss Mimi. I learned a valuable message that day."
They became silent as they once again gazed at the canyon. Analyzing his situation, Link decided that he could make an excuse to leave, but Edgar spoke again: "Well, tomorrow's the day. I hope we break some good legs during the performance!" Pausing, the young man chuckled. "That sounded dark! But you know what I mean, right?"
Link sighed in defeat. Geez, he is a nice guy, but this is just CRINGY! Link moaned in his mind.
Suddenly, Link felt his hands being cupped by Edgar's. The young manager held the freaked out Hylian's hands tenderly while gazing deep in the elf's cerulean eyes. "Miss Mimi, ever since I met you, I felt that we had a connection… a thread of destiny tying us together!" he confessed softly.
Edgar must have been extremely oblivious because Link was sweating up a nervous storm of utter panic. "I… I think that I… like you, Miss Mimi. Perhaps…" he paused, "…we could have a picnic or tea together? To get to know each other?"
Link wanted to die. Good Goddesses he wanted to DIE. Edgar cocked his head as he gazed at paled faced elf. He grinned. "W-well, it's no rush, Miss Mimi! You don't have to answer now. But think about it, please?" With that he planted a kiss Link's right hand.
I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HELL! GOOD GOLDEN GODDESSES, YOU HAVE FORSAKEN ME, AND I'VE GONE TO HELL!
Ignoring the face of horror that was Link's Edgar finally left him alone. "Good night, Miss Mimi! Sleep well!"
Link gaged something awful. Heaving, he had made his decision. "That is IT!" he proclaimed as he threw his scarf on the dirt. "I'm busting out of here! Lina can do whatever the hell she wants, Epona and I are outta here!"
"Dawwww, Miss Mimi stole the young manager's heart!" Lina mocked as she revealed herself.
Link glared at her with such hate that could have melted Red Ice. Lina continued her mocking joined with Amelia squealing at the predicament. "It's so romantic! He even kissed her hand!"
Howling, the elf clutched his head in frustration. "It's not funny! This is SICK! I'm taking Epona and leaving, have fun you guys!"
"Now hold on!" Lina pounced on Link and held him in her infamous vice grip. "You can't just leave! Going out alone will just make you more vulnerable to attack! Think about it, Long Ears!"
"I don't give a damn!" Link hissed as he tried to shake the sorceress off. "I've done things on my own before and I can do it again!"
"Oh, don't go hogging all the glory, Mr. HERO, you're not the ONLY protagonist of this story!"
As the two kept fighting Zelgadis and Gourry stood next to Amelia to investigate. "What the hell is up with those two?" the masked swordsman grumbled in embarrassment.
Amelia kept on smiling, too distracted by the thought of Edgar's love for Ms. Mimi. "Oh, Mister Edgar asked Ms. Mimi out on a date! It's so cute!"
"Yeesh. I been there… Should we help him?" Gourry asked as he watched Lina and Link fight. Zelgadis declined, suggesting that it was best for them to just deal with Lina's shenanigans.