"That's right! Don't be fooled by his age; this feline is strong. Just feel his muscles, he'll be absolutely delicious to eat."
Noticing the greedy gaze of the beautiful serpent folk, the feline race member felt like murdering Chandler for his betrayal.
His frustration was palpable, especially as he was being pushed back by the enemy's leader, struggling to hold his ground.
He shouted a warning.
"I'm telling you, if you know what's good for you, scram now! Otherwise, when our leader arrives, you'll be done for!"
Chandler sighed and shook his head at these words.
The feline race truly knew no fear.
How had they survived until now?
Why couldn't they just admit defeat, retreat, and then plan for revenge later?
Why not endure the humiliation for now?
Just as the situation reached a critical point, Scar burst through the bushes.
