'This bastard is still running even after losing so much blood, how annoying'
Along a certain path within the forest, Motavu was still chasing the monkey like Cabrera, who kept jumping from tree to tree relentlessly for more than thirty minutes now.
'Hmm, it seems I have more rats following my tail than I expected' thought Cabrera as he sensed the approach of a few others.
'It's most likely those White Iron guys. Well, the more the merrier. Who knows, I might not even need to move a finger. Now then, let's begin in earnest'
With that thought, Cabrera increased his speed once more and jumped to another tree, much to the frustration of Motavu who was chasing after him.
But as he jumped off the tree, a large shard of ice almost as big as Cabrera himself was sent flying his way fast.
'Sh#t!' thought Cabrera as his instincts rang out, clearly indicating the danger level of the incoming attack.
But seeing the attack and being able to react to it were completely different things.
