Asher again has to rack his brains, trying to find a way to get Chronos out of the creature's grasp, but how? Honestly, he doesn't have any ideas that come to mind either. But he must push himself if he wants to save Chronos.
"No, I'm sure there must be a way to help Chronos." Asher slowly moved his eyes and realized something was near Chronos. "Wait a minute, I think I have an idea." He quickly snapped his fingers, a happy look on his face. "Hey, Chronos can you pick up that silver stick over your head?."
"Wait, I can take it, but for what?" Chronos furrowed his brow, confusion evident on his face. "Hey, you're not planning to steal it are you?"
"No silly, why on earth will I do that? But listen. With that stick, you can replace your foot position with it since it's more or less the same shape and the creature really shouldn't notice, right?"