"What is this thing?"
They were having trouble trying to keep themselves from being burned into ash and they were making sure that they can create something that will help them win the fight.
"What are we going to do? We need to make sure that we can craft something that will help us. We need to make sure that we can win this battle."
Huey had moved but then froze to death and he stood still and he had to make sure that he can move, but he couldn't move. It was almost like a deep fear was keeping him down toward the red ground.
"Dammit, the dust here is getting picked up from his wings. It getting in my eyes."
