Tormin watched, or really stared, as Nalia tried to rush forward, trying to dodge the attacks before eventually getting sent back in a heap. He winced, reaching forward to help her up and looking over at the Moblin with wide eyes. But after a moment, listening to Nalia's plan, he nodded. "So I just need to get past his attacks, and he'll be wide open..."<br/><br/>He looked over the hookshot, and then the moblin, before nodding and getting up. As soon as the moblin spotted him, it moved like before, sending shockwaves along the ground with its club. He swore at the first wave that sent him back flying, he wasn't as ready as he thought he was. "Wait, once more!" He shouted, getting back up and rushing forward. He dived over one of the shockwaves, rolling and tried to dive over the next. He succeeded, but landed in a heap and off balance. But he was almost there. As the moblin lifted its club a third time, Tormin dashed, keeping low and sliding under the moblin between his legs, before turning around and aiming the hookshot at its back. He fired just as the moblin hit the ground, and then was sent flying into a heap before burning into green fire, while Tormin simply fell back, panting and surprised that it had gone so well. "Nothing... to it." He said, more to himself.