"We have no idea so far; these bastards aren’t afraid of us at all!" the clones screamed. "We aren’t the almighty Willow - it’d be great if we were! But this centipede doesn’t seem to be a threat to them."
"I agree."
Chang kept pointing his gun at the birds without firing. He didn’t want to irritate them, but at the same time, he wouldn’t allow the birds to take advantage of him either. Therefore, he was fully concentrated on defending. "They’re just super annoying; they aren’t as aggressive as the species I’ve dealt with before, but their eyes unnerve me."
"Just keep in mind to not cause injury to them or us. Otherwise the blood will wrack their nerves," Qing shouted. "Or should I say that the blood will drive away their last hesitation."
"I’ll try." Some monkeys with wings were circling between the branches; they even held rocks and sticks as weapons. It seemed like they were ready for a surprise attack.
