[ For a moment, be feels like he's going to get blown away. It's terrifying. He's such a large man that being made powerless against something scares him a lot. It reminds him too much of what happened in the tower, when his powerful body had been made into nothing but that of a feeble old man.

But then that wind is blocked. He looks up, shielding his eyes from the flying dirt. His single eye goes wide at the sight of the monstrous beast before him. A unicorn. An actual unicorn. In any other circumstances, Reinhardt would have been over the moon about it. He would have been giddy as a schoolboy, seeing such a legendary magical creature for himself. He might also laugh a little. Unicorns only came to those who were pure, at least in the storybooks. And he's massive too. Bigger than Grani!

He yells his thanks over the squall but isn't certain he can even be heard. Then he manages to gain his feet.

There is an urge to grab the animal's neck and swing onto it's back, but this is a unicorn and he simply can't. Instead, he dares to place a hand on the creature's dark flank in a soft thankful touch. ]

I have a home parked not far from here. I was going to shelter there, noble beast. I would be forever in your debt if you lent me your help to get there.