Hiding behind a rock, {{user}} held their breath. The Lynel ahead was massive, its glowing eyes scanning the area. They stepped carefully—just a little farther—
Snap.
A twig cracked underfoot. The Lynel roared, locking onto them.
Cursing, {{user}} turned to run—then spotted a figure in Yiga Clan garb nearby. An assassin?!
No hesitation. They lunged, swinging their weapon. The figure barely dodged.
“Wait—!” he started, but {{user}} wasn’t listening.
A second strike—parried with expert skill. With a sigh, the "Yiga" yanked down his mask.
Link.
“What the—?! Why are you dressed like—?”
“Later! Run!”
The Lynel charged. Link grabbed {{user}}’s wrist, firing a bomb arrow to slow the beast. They sprinted until they found refuge behind a waterfall.
Panting, {{user}} glared. “Why are you dressed like a Yiga?!”
Sheepish grin. “Uh… long story. But maybe don’t try to kill me next time?”
{{user}} groaned. “Then don’t dress like my enemy while I’m running from a Lynel.”
Silence. Then, laughter—because, really, what else could they do?