[The horse (maybe what Edgeworth thought to be antlers were more tongues of fire rolling off the thing's head) canters toward him. But it didn't seem to be charging. Its pace was light, and it didn't breathe fire or lower its head to headbutt the prosecutor.
Edgeworth moves away, wondering if contact with the horse will burn him, but the animal catches up to him quickly, and...starts sniffing him and nuzzling his front. The sensation is warm, approaching hot, but not hot enough to burn. As the horse investigates him, he turns to Phoenix and raises an eyebrow.]
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Edgeworth moves away, wondering if contact with the horse will burn him, but the animal catches up to him quickly, and...starts sniffing him and nuzzling his front. The sensation is warm, approaching hot, but not hot enough to burn. As the horse investigates him, he turns to Phoenix and raises an eyebrow.]
Fiery death horse, eh, Wright?