Mufasa And Shere Khan

"I'm sorry to question your words, Svara apologized as she joyfully swatted a Rank 3 Digestor, but I don't think Kelly is doing well. I doubt we'll get anything good out of repeating her feat."

"True..." Will nodded in earnest. He was still disoriented by the Rank 9 Digestor's sound attack and had only just regained consciousness.

The thought of attacking that thing head-on could only give him the creeps. Even now, he was still on his dragon's back, letting it carry him around the battlefield like a sack of potatoes.

"Are you sure about this?" Jake confirmed sternly as he stared at Grash intently.

So far, this alien hadn't exactly shone with intelligence. Even if he knew more than they did, one would have to be completely brain dead to take his advice at face value.

Grash seemed to guess what Jake and the others thought of him, because he justified himself immediately afterwards.