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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. ))
"I had guessed." Sir shook his hand. "If you want, at some point I can teach you how you can predict an enemy’s movements."
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❝ …Well, all right. ❞ Link placed a hand on his hip, biting his lip in thought. ❝ That sounds okay. How, though? I mean I can tell when something’s about to attack, but actually predicting them… ❞
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