[ Roland gapes for a second before smirking in acceptance. The aim he takes is more focused now, his brows furrowing and his mouth in a stern line. ]
You're mine.
[ He says, which really he has no business saying at the moment because that's a line his teammates catch him spouting out in the heat of a battle, but really, this was precisely that! A fight! To be better! So he shoots, once. Twice. Thrice. Tries his best to cord off the lance, wrap the hookshot around it with the cable.
Eventually, he catches it at a dip. The attachment wraps around the handle of the lance, and he doesn't wait, retracts it immediately so his free hand can take it and grab it. He looks like a kid in a candy store...for a moment. A blink of an eye, and you'd miss it. ]
didn't even notice!
You're mine.
[ He says, which really he has no business saying at the moment because that's a line his teammates catch him spouting out in the heat of a battle, but really, this was precisely that! A fight! To be better! So he shoots, once. Twice. Thrice. Tries his best to cord off the lance, wrap the hookshot around it with the cable.
Eventually, he catches it at a dip. The attachment wraps around the handle of the lance, and he doesn't wait, retracts it immediately so his free hand can take it and grab it. He looks like a kid in a candy store...for a moment. A blink of an eye, and you'd miss it. ]
And that's how we do it!