Ice Cave - DS + Squish [COMPLETE]

The Moblin could only shake his head in response to Lamonts question. The image of the ice falling into the blackness of the whole kept running through his mind. Looking over at his companion he would let out a sigh before mustering up enough courage to speak again. "Heavy. Floor break. Me fall." He knew that the two of them needed to keep moving, but his fear of falling had him frozen in his tracks.

Looking across the room at the door or gate Sandal would stand up. He was overjoyed that there was an exit to this terrifying room that they were trapped in. Looking from Lamont towards the large ice blocks and then to the holes in the floor. Gulping the moblin would take his first step forward into the room once more.

"I help. Move blocks. Tell where."

Slowly Sandal would make his way around the first hole. One careful step after another he would make his way through the room. His speed steadily picked up as he moved through the room, his fear dissipating the further into the room he made it. When he finally reached the first block he would look towards Lamont waiting for him to tell him where to move it to.

Sandal had already pushed two blocks close together near the edge when he heard something crash down behind him. Turning around he would spot the large Freezard attempting to freeze Lamont solid. Gripping his club tightly he would remove it from it's spot hanging from his hip and start towards the beast with every intention of shattering it into small shards of ice.

As Lamont called out to him telling him not to smash them Sandal would only nod and continue forward a few more steps. "I smash." Wait, no that's not right. Stopping the large moblin would look towards Lamont, a confused expression hidden behind his helmet. "No smash?" He'd start looking between Lamont, the Freezard, and his club not sure of what to do if he couldn't smash the creature. Slowly he would return his club to his hip and start towards the large creature once more.

He was directly to the creatures side, but had an upcoming hole between the two of them. After moving around the hole Sandal would be either in front of or behind the Freezard depending on which way he moved around the hole. While he wasn't a tactical genius the Moblin was smart enough to know that getting in front of the beast would be a bad idea. With that instinctual knowledge in mind he would make his way around the hole and towards the back of the beast.

He was almost upon it when the Freezard began to rapidly turn to face him. He would quickly reach out and grab hold of the beast. His strength was enough to stop it mid turn before it was facing him. Slowly he would adjust his grip so that he was directly behind the Freezard. A few moments, and a few loud grunts later, Sandal had lifted the creature off of the ground. The only problem that he was having was that he couldn't see his feet, or the holes in the ground that he stood on. He wanted to ask for Lamont's help, but he wasn't even sure what to say. So he would say the only thing that came to his mind. "Lamont help. Me no see floor." Wait, did he almost form a proper sentence?! While he wasn't quite sure how Lamont planned on getting them to freeze the blocks, he had caught it. He did help right?

With a gulp Sandal would slowly take his first step in the direction that Lamont indicated. With each step his confidence in the directions Lamont was giving to him grew and his worry about falling into one of the seemingly bottomless holes eased. Though he could only hope that this didn't take too terribly long. While the ambient cold didn't bother him in his armor gripping a Freezard was quickly making his gauntlets incredibly cold just like his sabatons. The difference between his hands and his feet was the facts that he was wearing a pair of boots under his sabatons which helped to insulate his feet. His hands weren't so lucky and were quickly starting to go numb from the excess amount of cold.

Upon hearing Lamont's plan the Moblin would stop. Before he had a chance to object to it the Hylian was already counting down. His panic level was skyrocketing. With each number his heart would start beating faster and faster and on the count of three he would turn to face Lamont. All he could do was hope and pray that Lamont was able to get out of the way in time.

A rush of relief flooded over Sandal as he heard Lamonts voice. He had survived his suicidal idea to make the bridge. Though it seemed that they had a new problem now. Lamont couldn't turn the blocks to make the bridge, and neither could Sandal so long as he was holding the Freezard. Though with how cold his hand had gotten, it seemed he wouldn't be holding it much longer.

With a grunt Sandal would toss the Freezard to his left wanting to have some room between him and it when he put it down. Luckily he had thrown it just far enough that it had fallen right down one of the holes in the floor. While his hands were certainly relieved to be done holding the Freezard, but it would be a bit before the blood flow had returned to his hands.

Slowly he would make his way towards the frozen blocks. He wasn't even sure he was going to be strong enough to move this much weight on his own even with Power Lift. Grabbing hold on the end of one of the blocks he would use all of his strength to pull it towards himself. The other end would slowly move out over the chasm towards the door as he did so. Once he had enough room he would switch from pulling the block to pushing it. Even with his Snowshoe Ring on his boots would occasionally slide backwards.

It wasn't easy, but after a few minutes of pushing and pulling on the bridge he had finally gotten it lined up with the door. Now all that was left was to climb up on the bridge and walk through the door on the other end. Sandal would look towards Lamont, his breathing was heavy. The Moblin was clearly very tired from moving the bridge. "You go. Me follow." Once Lamont had made it through the door on the other side of the bridge Sandal would follow behind him into the next room.

While Lamont started his ascent up the closest bridge Sandal would venture into the middle of the room towards the remnants of the previous adventures. The mystical glow of the ice was no longer distracting him and the thought scoring some free armor to tinker with later was too appealing to pass up. Who knows what Lamont would think of the Moblin taking the armor of corpses. Admittedly though Sandal had grown up as a scavenger in the Lost Woods so this was nothing new to him. In fact what he was doing was completely natural and so he hadn't even considered that Lamont might disagree with what he was doing.

It would only take a few minutes for him to stuff the armor and cloth, that wasn't frozen into the ground, into his adventure pouch. Once that was done he would pick up what scraps of paper he could so that he could give them to Lamont. Sandal would have read them himself if he was capable of reading. The Moblin would climb onto the nearest bridge and being his ascent towards the brazier at the top. He could give Lamont the paper when the met up at the top.

As Lamont cried out for help Sandal would turn towards him and notice the swarm of Keese attacking him. Why had he chosen to take a different bridge? Sandal didn't have any sort of ranged weaponry, nor did he have any type of ranged magic. He wasn't sure what he could do to help his companion out.

Quickly Sandal would start digging through his pouch before pulling out a battered sheet of metal. It was dented and torn, but was mostly flat. It looked to be a section of armor that had once covered someones back. Sandal would take hold of the piece of metal as if it were a frisbee and throw it towards the swarm a Keese. While long ranged attacks weren't his forte, the sheet of metal had flown mostly where he had wanted it to as it sailed past most of the Keese highest above Lamont.

Sandal hadn't been lucky enough to strike down any of the Keese attacking Lamont he had gotten their attention. A little over half of the swarm would stop attacking Lamont and fly towards Sandal to attack him. Gripping the hilt of his club tightly Sandal would start swinging at the winged rats attacking him. Hopefully Lamont had something that could more easily handle the small, fast attackers as Sandal's club wasn't finding its mark on most of its swings.

It only took a minute or so for Sandal's swings to become more and more precise in striking down the Keese, his natural combat instincts slowly honing his attacks. While the Moblin had no real form or strategy when it came to battle, his race is known for their strong instincts, and it were those instincts that slowly took his wild flailing at the Keese into more precise attacks that starting finding their marks.

Once all of the Keese had been dealt with Sandal would look towards Lamont to see that he was alright and had started on his way back up. Sandal would take a moment to look over his armor, what he could see of it without taking it off, to see what type of damage the Keese had done to it. Some very minor scratches covered a lot of his, but there was no damage that a good polishing wouldn't fix. Though that would have to wait until he was somewhere much warmer and much safer.

Once again the Moblin would start his climb towards the top. As he got closer and closer to the top he would finally catch a glimpse of the flickering blue flame in the brazier above them. Sandal would stop in his tracks and watch as the Blue Fire danced about in the brazier. Never before in his life had he seen something like this. He was used to working with regular flames when working with his armor, but never before had he seen such a color flame. Quickly shaking his head he would break the mesmerizing effect that had come over him and start towards the flame much quicker than he had been before.

They had finally met up at the brazier, and blue fire, at the top of the room. The closer Sandal got to the blue fire, the colder he got. It was a strange sensation for him. Having worked around fire for his outfitting he was used to the heat that fire gave off, so this was something totally foreign. Holding out his a fistful of old paper towards Lamont. "Me find."

After Lamont had taken the papers from him Sandal would start digging around in his adventure pouch for either a bottle or a lantern, or even a stick that they could turn into a torch. Couching down, he would set two bottles on the ground. Each one was about halfway full of water, water that was now probably chilled after having been set on the ice. Sandal would hold one of the bottles up to Lamont as he removed his helmet with the other hand. After everything he was a little thirsty and these were the only bottles he had so it worked out.

Once Lamont would have taken the bottle from him he would have lifted the second one up, opened it and began to drink it. Once the bottle was empty he would look back and forth from the bottle to the blue fire unsure of how he was supposed to safely bottle the blue fire.

Scooping it up? It was cold enough just standing near the blue flames, but to get a hand close enough to scoop it up. Well it was the only idea they had. Standing up slowly Sandal would readjust the bottle in his hand a few times before finally just doing it.

In one quick motion Sandal would swoop his hand through the flickering blue flame starting with the open end of the bottle. When his hand came out the other side there it was a small blue flame trapped in the bottle. Though the flame didn't stay in the bottle for long since Sandal didn't put a lid on it.

His brow would furrow as the flame disappeared from the bottle. Once more he would swoop the bottle through the flame, and cap the bottle once it had come out the other side. Holding the bottle up, Sandal would stare at the small flame contained in the bottle. It was confusing. There was only a limited supply of oxygen in the bottle, and no type of tinder to burn. The flame didn't give off any smoke, or odor either. It really was something else.

Carefully Sandal would put the bottle of blue fire in his adventure pouch, before reaching down and picking up his now ice cold helmet and putting it back on with a shiver.