Link brushed sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He continued to work. Melting metal, pouring metal, pouring metal, pounding metal. "UUUUUUUUGH." Link groaned. "For only three rupees an hour, this internship is hard." He had retired from being a hero and decided to help out anyway. He thrust the sizzling blade into water nearby and a sizzling noise signalled the end of his work. Then a crash echoed. It served as an alarm for when Ironfists came. He ran into the weapon shop and grabbed a bow with a pack of bomb arrows. He remembered the past... He snuck into the center of the street. At that point he pulled out the bow and arrows. "HALT." came the blank order of the empty shells of armor called Ironfists. He pulled out his bow and blew them apart to smithereens. They flew in all directions and Link slashed through the rest. "Thank you Link." sighed an older man. "Well who else can do that?" smirked Link.
TYSM FOR READING THIS IS TBC.
