H-honk…
Phil wanted to speak out. But he couldn't even if he tried.
"Let's see, we've got wind for sure." Rizz crossed his eyes while bringing the jar up to his face. "Aaand… fire and lightning, maybe? Or could it be wind, light, and nature?
"... I wish you could just speak up for yourself. That would save us all a ton of trouble."
Though his tone seemed disappointed, that gleeful smirk never faded from Rizz's face.
"If only you hadn't been turned into a birdbrain. Then your wind affinity wouldn't be able to outshine your other affinities. Who knows what kind of companion I can summon with this–"
HONK! H-honk!
Phil didn't let the goblin finish that sentence. He flew straight into Rizz, tackling him yet again with phenomenal speed and vein-popping rage.
"Yo, cool it! Or I'll yell it for the whole town to see. So move it, before you kill your only hope of getting Rogue back!"