[If it were smaller, he'd fight it. There's something about seeing a four-legged lightning beast of any kind that's a little too familiar to him. He's fortunate he's not stupid enough to fight something a thousand times bigger than him. Maybe more.
Next time, maybe.]
It doesn't walk like any beast I've ever seen.
[It's not quite fluid. It's not excessively rigid either, but it's noticeable. Dylas isn't used to the sand and he has to jog to keep up with Urbosa, but that's...already exhausting. And he's wearing all black, too...he swears under his breath, wiping sweat from his brow, something he's sure to keep repeating.]
This is...your memory, right? Just tell me what to do. It's not any of my business.
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Next time, maybe.]
It doesn't walk like any beast I've ever seen.
[It's not quite fluid. It's not excessively rigid either, but it's noticeable. Dylas isn't used to the sand and he has to jog to keep up with Urbosa, but that's...already exhausting. And he's wearing all black, too...he swears under his breath, wiping sweat from his brow, something he's sure to keep repeating.]
This is...your memory, right? Just tell me what to do. It's not any of my business.