The Bokoblins and Moblins crept slowly over the ridge, espying their quarry shuffling quietly through the tall Hyrulian grasses. So far as they could tell, they had not been noticed. "Okay," slurred one of the Moblins. "The plan again is this: we ride to the other edge of the field."

"And then what?" asked one of the Bokoblins, busy picking some calcified meat off the edge of his glinting spear. 

"And then we strike," answered the leader of the gang, the pack, the crew, the ol' squad. They had been at this game for years. They liked this sort of thing. Hunting in the fields. They had been bred for it, but they also enjoyed it as a recreational pasttime. Ganon had sanctioned the Hunts and they loved bringing their prizes back for the evening feasts. Their wives and children could not do the hunting themselves.

They checked the wind and found it to be in their favor. Their quarry was a Hylian: tall, blond, wearing green, clad in more armor and weapons than anyone they had ever seen. He must be an important man in the Hylian inner circles. That would change today. Today he would be a DEAD man in the Hylian inner circles.

"Okay. Let's do this. Eyes on me, everybody. Usual formation. Hup, you go left. Hap, you right. Haaarerp, you go straight on straightin' on. Hupppp, you stay here and remain point man."

"As usual," Hupppp uttered with a hint of pride. 

"You got it." The leader emerged from the grasses, nose leading him on towards their quarry.

A flaming arrow streaked through the sky and shot its god damn fucking way right through the skull of the leader, who promptly exploded in a massive cloud of fire and smoke. Another arrow, this one leaving trails of ice and snow in its wake, sliced through Hap's left shoulder. He became a brick of solid ice without question, WITHOUT QUESTION GOOD SIR. A screaming bomb landed at Hupppp's feet and sent him to hell, while another bomb blew through Harrrrerp's face. Who else was left? Whoever was left fled the battlefield but was caught in a net. The Hylian rose from the grasses like some catastrophic specter. He chanted some incantation and the remainders were reduced to ash.

Link wiped his eyes and kept going! He loved this shit. He fucking loved it. He could do this all day. Sometimes he took a week off of work and just did this exact thing.