sheik kick

“Not the one I would have picked, but…” Sheik turned her attention to the padlock.

It was solid iron, old enough to begin to rust.

Sheik growled as she slipped two needles between her fingers. She was never very good at these.

The needles clinked together in her grasp as she squeezed them into the keyhole. With her thumb for leverage, she pushed them up and down, pressed along the tumblers to emulate the perfect shape of a key.

Snap. The needles broke.

Sheik exhaled and stood.

“Well,” said Bowser. “Did you get it?”

Sheik lifted her heel and slammed it down on the wooden board. With a crack, it split in two and fell apart down into the hole.

“Yes, I did.”

- Chapter 41