The Sharpest Tool In The Shed

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[Are you guys sure? Really, really sure? They looked too threatening.] 

[Certain, boy. Those are just bigger-sized Berta Scorpions, evolved as you call them; nothing to worry about.]

[What he said. And you should stop worrying so much. There's a time to be cautious and a time to take action. This is the time to take action.]

Arthur stood still on a platform next to the train tracks.

He was at the fourth drop-off point, an empty place where all its hunters had run away, due to the Cannonjaw's arrival.

This point was deeper underground, so it had no straight exit to the outside world like the earlier three, which made it so that only the bravest of hunters would dive here.

Well... the bravest or the stupidest. Most times, both. 

Arthur leaned more on the stupid side however, repeatedly falling for his AIs' words until he reached this 'point' of no return.

He surely was not the sharpest tool in the shed.