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A pack of Octoroks suddenly surrounded the boy.
❝ Sh-shoot! I’m surrounded! …I-I don’t think I can take ‘em all on… I need help! Someone please, help!! ❞
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(( also: this will only effect later threads, not ongoing ones until he is saved. ))
"Even in a pack, Octoroks are predictable. If you watch them you can tell when they are about to spit a rock and dodge it, even if it’s behind you you can hear the sound. I’m Sir by the way."
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❝ We-well I… but… ugh. Fine. I’m just out of it, all right? ❞ Link reached out a hand, at least attempting to keep an air of civility around them. ❝ Link. ❞
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