"I agree." Asfrid grunted in annoyance.
"In that case, I'm afraid we'll need a very large zoo..." Lucia chimed in, curling her lips in amusement.
"It can't be any worse than the field assigned to my Troll army." Drastan grinned as he looked at a patch of desolate forest several kilometers behind them.
Since he and his Trolls had arrived, the creatures had uprooted half the trees in their assigned camp space.
Meanwhile, the conflict kept escalating. The sonic blast generated by the felines had, against all odds, repelled Lysander. His ego could not endure such an affront and he pounced like a wild beast on Musafa with the firm intention to bite his head off.
Mufasa was prepared and he reared up on his hind legs before slamming his paw down violently, claws out, in a mighty downward slap. Lysander raised his arms to shield his face in time, but his entire body was smashed into the ground, forming yet another crater.