When she heard the charge, Nalia braced herself for the tremor to follow when he barreled into the hedge wall, thankfully not Tormin as he pulled himself back to cover. As if in confusion, the moblin turned around, not seeing the two of them hiding around the corner and staring at it as it continued on its way back down the path and out of sight again. Nalia just huffed and crossed her arms. “Huh, usually a little butt poke was all they needed to go down. I guess your gun isn’t gonna work here.” She sighed, and switched places with him again. “Let me take care of it.  My aim is freaking horrible with this thing, but it’s the only way I know that works.” Pulling out of her pouch, she lifted her hookshot and peered around the corner again. “At least he’s a big target.” She muttered and aimed, hearing the click as the chained weapon readied, and then it sprung forth, the pointed ended heading straight into the moblins back, and the lumbering creature fell into a billow of green fire before disappearing completely. The hook shot retracted back into the handle in her hand, and she sighed and gave him a thumbs up. “All clear. I’ll take us through the rest of the maze like that then.” She said with a smile, and did so accordingly, getting them past a few more moblins, only to reach the last one blocking the way to the temple. He was a large one, larger than the others, and he didn’t move. He only stood there with a large club, staring at the very path where Nalia and Tormin stood on either side of. Nalia looked at Tormin and asked him, “how quick on your feet would you say you are?”