Instantly, Reinhart's eyes bulged as the tiny kick sent fire through his entire body making him scream up, forcing everyone to back up in shock. Even though he was in pain, Reinhart's mind held intact, and he knew the pain was his body healing at a rapid pace. Whatever his little friend had done, it was painful, but it was giving him the vitality he desperately needed. His gasps quickly turned into grateful kisses to the giggling Yolk Tree that he pulled from his pocket.
"Prrrdt?" Sprout asked his master who had finally calmed down.
"Yes, that hairless cat with wings is trying to kill us, but something is controlling it," Reinhart wheezed out, his body almost done healing.
"Prrrdt!"
"What do you mean you will take care of it?! And how am I supposed to find the one controlling it?!"
In response, Sprout jumped from Reinhart's hands, landing on the ground. The moment that it did, the colors covering Sprout started to glow and spin at blinding speeds.
