Spear Stab

Mac for his credit wasn’t doing nothing. He wasn’t able to get in on the bokoblins, but he at least drew them away from Robin. Intentionally so, he saw the tiny glances Mac shot his way as he inched down the path away from him. It gave him time to work.

One of the bokoblins got in a lucky shot. The edge of his spear grazed the side of his right arm, leaving a deep red gash that quickly started to bleed.

Not that much time. Okay.

Robin clenched his gut and tried to pull himself up again. He started shouting, the strain was so intense.

After a few seconds, he’d done it. He pulled himself up to a practical sit, just enough that when he swung his sword, it clipped the rope.

The blade only cut halfway through. The rest was left frayed but still holding as Robin fell back down.

“Oh, come on!”

The cut Mac had gotten had severely hindered his ability to dodge and maneuver around the attacks. Now he was mostly just walking backwards, keeping out of the bokoblin’s range altogether but afraid to turn and run, both for leaving Robin alone and for the idea that the bokoblin’s would give chase where Mac would have no defensive options whatsover.

- Chapter 8