Please. We Gerudo aren't frightened of taking risks.
[ Welp. Mephisto's balance apparently takes the backburner; Urbosa rocks her weight back and slightly to one side while tugging hard on the rope, executing a sweeping turn that kicks up a magnificent plume of golden sand in their wake.
Naboris is getting alarmingly close, though. There's a certain heaviness to the air, like before a thunderstorm, and there's a faint scent of ozone... ]
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Please. We Gerudo aren't frightened of taking risks.
[ Welp. Mephisto's balance apparently takes the backburner; Urbosa rocks her weight back and slightly to one side while tugging hard on the rope, executing a sweeping turn that kicks up a magnificent plume of golden sand in their wake.
Naboris is getting alarmingly close, though. There's a certain heaviness to the air, like before a thunderstorm, and there's a faint scent of ozone... ]
Better make this quick. We'll only have one shot.