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The battlefield looked like a blizzard had come through, ice shards starting to melt in the heat. The sneaky Lizalfos that lay dead had bad aim.
“So glad it wasn’t the fire rod,” Wild teases, breaking off an icicle for his waterskin.
“Got anything else you can lend to the enemy?” Hyrule playfully jabs, his breath visible in the air that had been swelteringly hot twenty minutes ago.
Legend clutches his bag tight after sifting through it to make sure nothing else was missing, gratefully accepting the missing ice rod from Warriors.
“We’re lucky it was me and not Time.”