The rocket launcher is, Link has to admit, very impressive. It's like a a bomb arrow, but bigger, and more impressive. But that's not the think that really has Link taking notice.

No, that's the fact that she just made a weapon. A proper weapon, even. Not like the sad, sorry broom that Link's been carting around. She just made a whole-ass javelin, and Link wants one.

He runs forward at full tilt, keeping right alongside her. "Hyah!," he yells, leaping up and onto the hood of the truck. Now he can thrust the broom's handle through the exploded window, and jab the driver with it in the face. Multiple times.

As he works at caving the driver's skull in, he looks at the woman with intense, determined eyes. "I want a weapon."