"Why the hell did you do that?!" Vin looked ready to put a hole in Mir's chest, just the same way he had almost killed the archer frog, waving the blood-soaked bone drill in the air violently, his face twisted in a snarl.
"I thought of a better plan," Mir said calmly. "These mutant creatures are pretty smart. Only one of our targets came out of its hiding spot in these five minutes, and that one could very well be the scout. If we just killed that archer frog the moment it showed up outside, the other frogs would become too wary to come out, even with the bait we have set for them. We can't afford to wait until their hunger overtakes their fear of death. So we have to find a way to force them out in the open, and that's what I did."
"But we had already attacked... Oh!"
A shadow of understanding set on Vin's face as he recalled Mir's actions during the ambush.
