“Eh, not quite. Just watch.” Nalia stepped out into the path so the moblin could see her, and he immediately went into a fit. Instead of a spear, he was armed with a massive club, one that he’d strike to the ground and send lines of earthquakes rushing towards her. She’d run up and try to zigzag it, avoiding the quakes as the passed her, but soon she’d get hit the closer she got, and in a pained scream was sent flying backwards, as if getting tossed like a forgotten toy out of the narrow valley.<br/><br/>With a groan, she got up and placed herself back behind the opposite corner and gave him a wincing shrug. “So...yeah.” She managed to squeak out as she rubbed her aching backside and rear. “Usually I can get it after a few tries, but it hurts like a bitch each time I fuck up. If you think you can outrun and pass him better than I can, then please,”she handed him the hookshot, “can you do it? He doesn’t turn around once you pass him, so you just gotta stand there and shoot. Once he’s down, I can follow you.”