With observation to his entirety, the puppeteer would be able to see the edges and points of the batter's body. Like the file, or more specifically, his land, there was some sort of neat edge and poise to the design despite how wild it was. He was comparable to a beast, and if not for the game's "translation", she might as well thought he sounded like one.
She did not, fortunately. Despite how much of a contrast she had to his file. To Yama, she was more likeable than most other puppeteers. She stood short as compared to his file mates, wore more clothes than it was necessary, and was composed. Different, but definitely bearable.
With a nod, Yama, raising an arm, pointed towards the mountains that stood tall in the desert, along with the prairies that laid serene in a faraway distance. The clouds above them continued to swirl with the wind, as sand would be carried in the air until they would fall back to the light grounds beneath their feet.
"<Really now? The elements in this file, or so I heard, are strictly used for the guardian's factories and enterprises...>"
The taller creature knelt to the ground, scooping sand within his claws as he felt the heat began to leave as it sifted through his fingers. A small chuckle left between the batter's teeth as his head moved towards her direction.
"<The only people who truly depend on the elements are them only. The workers and opportunists for nothing but careless and selfish desires. The elements themselves are just perverted forms of the environment around you and I.>"
He rose again, his arm that held the sand and dirt before still stretched out. Seeming to 'stare off' into the sky while mumbling to himself. He still knew she was there, and made the notice as his hand hovered over where he thought her head would be.
"<Yes. Man made, and minimalistic are the...right terms to compare to my 'feral file'>"
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