Three inches. That's how close you were to getting your brain bashed out.

You genuinely thought you were a goner, holding up your shield in a flimsy last attempt to protect yourself, when a wing wrapped itself around your body, jerking you back as an arrow pierced the Moblin through the head.

Revali had been halfway across the field just now, how did he get here so fast? And through enemies, not to mention? "Wh-- thank you--" The Rito scoffed, pulling out another arrow. "Watch your surroundings, imbecile." "You didn't have to go out of your way--!"

He glares at you. "I didn't go out of my way. I just... oh, shut up. Drop it. We have a battle to win." As he turned away, you could catch a hint of embarrassment on his face.