The Rito Champion. Revali. Noble, brave, fierce, determined, egotistical, highly skilled and disciplined…and he was here at your door. As you opened it, you saw him. His glorious blue scarf tattered, shining chest-plate dented and dark. His blue feathers - normally pristine - were matted with blood and torn up. He was clutching his side with one of his wings, and blood was oozing between his feathers. His braids fluttered in the strong wind, the gold strands flashing between his blue strands in his braids of feather-like hair. Those too were battered and ratty. One of his eyes was bruised and purple all around, while the other was surrounded by wounds that were splattered across his face and beak. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the superior look in his emerald eyes, and the way he turned his beak up and scoffed as he saw you.