"Woo!" (I'm vetoing that one.)
Amidst a sea of dubious plans, Jack was the "woo" or reason.
Steal people's stuff to bring them here? They only end up ganged upon and beaten to death! As for the various attack plans, they all seemed to ignore the disparity in strength.
"Woo!" (Keep in mind that we're facing smart humans!)
Jack reminded them once more. Their targets had been popping Potions like junkies on a Monday afternoon. By now, their Health and Mana would be full for sure.
In contrast, his fellow foxes were a sore sight to behold: Injuries, Mana Deficiency, and tongues hanging out from an exhausting, drawn-out chase.
Yet, he could sense their anxiety. They would never forgive themselves if they let the ones that had attacked their Master get away. This meant retreating wasn't an option.
Thus Jack gathered his fellow foxes.
"Woo!" (Listen up, it's time to out-fox them!)
