#zephyrbow

     He was the best of his race.

     The familiar figure caught her attention, making her steps stop. It was, with no doubt, the one who was proud. One of her companions during the time she was truly alive, one of the chosen. He wasn’t that talkative and more than once his words were for praising himself. He sometimes acted somewhat all high and mighty, it could be said. Still, the redheaded woman could understand how he could be feeling, knowing he was nice deep down. Also, it was truth he was the best Rito. Nonetheless, he met the same fate like the Gerudo chief and if she returned from the dead, it wasn’t a surprise that he did too.

     So there he was, trying to do his best as he always did with his training. However, he seemed annoyed, something that was quite normal, she thought. Like him, she was limited. They couldn’t use their full powers and they were even weaker. Their weapons were no there to be seen either. Towards this, Urbosa felt a bit like the proud Rito, who groaned each time he saw he couldn’t make the wind his best friend again.