wild, but he acts the way you play, and challenge: it's not crack
“I can get across,” Wild said, leaning over the side of the canyon. The bottom dropped out of sight, vanishing behind a cover of distant fog. “Get them to drop the bridge.”
“It’ll have to be fast,” Time told him, looking behind the group. “Night’s coming.”
The Sheikah Slate lit up with bright blue light. “That’s fine,” Wild said, the curve of his face outlined by the strange glow. “But you can’t get mad at my methods.”
“Sure. Fine. Just do it.”
An ancient bow formed out of the liquid-like energy, solidifying in Wild’s palm. He stepped back from the edge, took a deep breath, and ran forward.
Something blue formed out of the air, dropping behind him. A second one came an instant later.
There was a shout as the blue exploded and then Wild flew.
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