can't cut it out, it grow right back!

The Warlord and his son raced through the grasses after the monkeys, only for them to start a game out of sight in the long grasses. Playing feints, and tricking them until it was hard to know which offending monkey held the plant.

The Warlords earlier howl however, had brought backup. Marshal appeared in the sky above them, and he knew Bast wouldn’t be far behind. For now, the birds-eye-view would be a bonus. The next time he was tricked into chasing the wrong monkey, Marshal let out a piercing cry, and led him in the right direction. With Indigo at his side, he urged the boy on, and indicated for him to make a wide berth towards the offender. Perhaps they would have a chance at cutting it off.