[Be eaten by a shadow creature, or fall Goddess-know-how-many stories to their deaths. Zelda honestly doesn't know which she would prefer.
She nods, however, taking a steeling breath and-- wait, what?]
What are they...?
[She watches the... things slip underneath her with no small amount of alarm. Oh, she has a terrible feeling about letting those shadows go, but she cannot dwell upon it now. They don't seem interested in her, at least...
Returning her weight to the hilt of her blade, she pushes it as far as it will go. Once it's rendered useless, she'll try prying the doors open with bloodied hands, grunting in pain and watching shadows slip under her feet all the while.]
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She nods, however, taking a steeling breath and-- wait, what?]
What are they...?
[She watches the... things slip underneath her with no small amount of alarm. Oh, she has a terrible feeling about letting those shadows go, but she cannot dwell upon it now. They don't seem interested in her, at least...
Returning her weight to the hilt of her blade, she pushes it as far as it will go. Once it's rendered useless, she'll try prying the doors open with bloodied hands, grunting in pain and watching shadows slip under her feet all the while.]