[-the prince certainly didn't want to be shown up, which only made Revali want to redouble his efforts - if the circumstances were different he'd outright challenge Sidon to see who could slay the most Hinox the first - but there were others around. Over there.
Still, Revali felt a thrill as Sidon sliced into those legs, the sort which came with fighting with someone compete- someone he li- a skilled warrior, yes, that's a good way of putting it, a skilled warrior (why did it seem like an euphemism when putting it like that) and he answered the skilled warrior's strike with a few arrows of his own. To the Hinox there, that one, the ugly one with the weird bald spot, yes, that one. A staccato of arrows, one, two, three, four, five.
In other circumstances, he would swoop in for the killing blow, or at least the stunning blow which would lead to the killing blow, but no, they were surrounded by Hinox and Zora and he'd be gracious enough to allow Sidon the finishing blow if he wanted to. It seemed suitable to allow the prince the first finishing blow given that he was surrounded by his people, it would be easy to let him have the finishing blow this time, he could set as- no, Revali was the pride of the Rito, and confident enough in that he wasn't going to attempt to be the pride of the Zora as well.
And if they weren't busy, Revali would say as much: you are welcome. But they were (and it would ruin the impact if he admitted he was letting Sidon have it out loud) but he hoped his slightest of smirks (which was not that visible given that he was flying, but it was the thought that counted) said as much, or, if not that, the fact he was readying a bomb arrow for the other Hinox- not the one with the weird bald spot, the other one, the second stabbed one, just to distract it just enough for Sidon to take his finishing blow. If he wanted to. He didn't have to if he didn't want to, it's just a- nevermind.]
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Still, Revali felt a thrill as Sidon sliced into those legs, the sort which came with fighting with someone compete- someone he li- a skilled warrior, yes, that's a good way of putting it, a skilled warrior (why did it seem like an euphemism when putting it like that) and he answered the skilled warrior's strike with a few arrows of his own. To the Hinox there, that one, the ugly one with the weird bald spot, yes, that one. A staccato of arrows, one, two, three, four, five.
In other circumstances, he would swoop in for the killing blow, or at least the stunning blow which would lead to the killing blow, but no, they were surrounded by Hinox and Zora and he'd be gracious enough to allow Sidon the finishing blow if he wanted to. It seemed suitable to allow the prince the first finishing blow given that he was surrounded by his people, it would be easy to let him have the finishing blow this time, he could set as- no, Revali was the pride of the Rito, and confident enough in that he wasn't going to attempt to be the pride of the Zora as well.
And if they weren't busy, Revali would say as much: you are welcome. But they were (and it would ruin the impact if he admitted he was letting Sidon have it out loud) but he hoped his slightest of smirks (which was not that visible given that he was flying, but it was the thought that counted) said as much, or, if not that, the fact he was readying a bomb arrow for the other Hinox- not the one with the weird bald spot, the other one, the second stabbed one, just to distract it just enough for Sidon to take his finishing blow. If he wanted to. He didn't have to if he didn't want to, it's just a- nevermind.]