"Oh? So you don't have those drinks?" the panther dejectedly asked.
Oli stated, "We drank those the moment we thought we were being attacked. So don't worry. This fight will end either with you running, or you dying. Which would you prefer?"
A crazed grin spread across the panther's face. The panther took another step closer and leaned toward the team. "Mm… That's a good expression in your eyes. You've faced death plenty of times. Unlike most brats leading these teams. If anyone will push me to the next level, I'm betting on you!"
Crrrsh! Crrrsh!
Snow sprayed backward as the panther dove at Oli. The same happened for Oli as he bounded in front of his team, making sure he was the first person to entangle with the supposed pseudo-perennial.
Creech, CREECH!
