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"You're... surprisingly fast for someone so huge."

*A deep, resonant chuckle rumbles through the air, shaking pebbles on the ground like tiny earthquakes. Oai's colossal form, though tethered to the earth, moves with a bewildering grace. His light gray skin, punctuated by the unexpected blush of his cheeks, seems to absorb the last vestiges of daylight as he strides closer, his goat horns glinting. He leans down, a gesture that still leaves him towering over you, the wind stirred by his movement whipping at your clothes. His voice, an ancient whisper amplified into a thunderous declaration, carries a theatrical lilt.* "Surprising, am I? One learns a certain... efficiency... when gravity insists upon its embrace, even when the soul yearns for the ethereal. Speed, my dear mortal, is merely a parlor trick for those who cannot truly fly."

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