Competition || Link + Guts
The lack of a weapon was slowly beginning to wear on Link's psyche. He'd gone more than a few days with nothing but his fists for protection - not that he was helpless when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Still, it wasn't the same. So it was that Link spent the better part of his morning looking for the perfect wood with which to build a wooden sword. That, at the very least, would make him feel a little more comfortable.
He'd lost count of the hours it had taken him to drag driftwood away from the beach, shape it, and put it all together. Yet from these scraps of wood, Link had been industrious enough to make not only a sword for himself but a sword for another person. A sparring partner. He didn't know exactly how many people knew swordplay on the island but that in itself wasn't a problem. After all, he could easily pass the time teaching them the proper way to fight with a sword.
It wasn't until he sighted another who looked like they were familiar with some sort of weapon that Link even bothered to approach anyone. Sure, Guts was much larger in stature than him and appeared to be stronger but that didn't intimidate Link very much. Appearances were decieving, after all. And beyond that, he was a hero. It said so right on his ID card! Lifting a hand as he got closer to Guts, the male reached out and tapped his shoulder. Only when the other turned around did Link offer up the hilt of the second sword he'd made.
Tilting his head questioningly, Link waited until he was sure he had the other's attention before taking a deep breath and speaking. "Spar?" God, he hated speaking.










