Revali could say that it wasn't luck, that it was skill, that he had known where the convoy would go because apparently he and Sidon thought alike sometimes. But that wasn't here or now.
Revali could curse the fact that he had sent his men, some of the Rito finest, north and south and basically in the wrong direction, and while he and Sidon could handle a whole army of beasts, it also was a very inconvenient direction that he had sent them in, and, besides, he also wanted to sit down with Sidon later and grump over something-or-another while grumpily eating food and listening to what Sidon had to say to that.
He had needs and these beasts were in the way of that. Not just needs, but needs.
And if Sidon was Daruk, or, perhaps, Urbosa, he'd declare something boastful like how he'd kill them all masterfully and skillfully and wouldn't need any help.
But this was Sidon, so instead,]
You were late-!
[-Hinox, he was in the middle of something, was now really the time to throw a rock at his head? Apparently so. But dodging that rock brought him slightly closer to Sidon's side, so it wasn't the worst that it could be.
This also made things a great deal more personal, as that rock had offended him. He was offended by that rock. He was going to say more and a rock had been thrown at his head, and that's why Revali grunted and started shooting- less bomb arrows, the bomb arrows were going to wait for a moment-]
I'll keep them unbalanced.
[Read: by Dinraal's hot, stank farts rancidly searing the skies and fouling up the beaks of generations of Rito, I'm going to try to shoot their faces before they have a chance to attack and ram an arrow up their noses, go for the legs.]
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Revali could say that it wasn't luck, that it was skill, that he had known where the convoy would go because apparently he and Sidon thought alike sometimes. But that wasn't here or now.
Revali could curse the fact that he had sent his men, some of the Rito finest, north and south and basically in the wrong direction, and while he and Sidon could handle a whole army of beasts, it also was a very inconvenient direction that he had sent them in, and, besides, he also wanted to sit down with Sidon later and grump over something-or-another while grumpily eating food and listening to what Sidon had to say to that.
He had needs and these beasts were in the way of that. Not just needs, but needs.
And if Sidon was Daruk, or, perhaps, Urbosa, he'd declare something boastful like how he'd kill them all masterfully and skillfully and wouldn't need any help.
But this was Sidon, so instead,]
You were late-!
[-Hinox, he was in the middle of something, was now really the time to throw a rock at his head? Apparently so. But dodging that rock brought him slightly closer to Sidon's side, so it wasn't the worst that it could be.
This also made things a great deal more personal, as that rock had offended him. He was offended by that rock. He was going to say more and a rock had been thrown at his head, and that's why Revali grunted and started shooting- less bomb arrows, the bomb arrows were going to wait for a moment-]
I'll keep them unbalanced.
[Read: by Dinraal's hot, stank farts rancidly searing the skies and fouling up the beaks of generations of Rito, I'm going to try to shoot their faces before they have a chance to attack and ram an arrow up their noses, go for the legs.]