As Jonathan kites the Ankle Annihilator around the area and passes Lucas once more, Lucas sighs and starts following behind the aggressor, far enough back that he’ll be out of reach if he were to suddenly change targets.
“Whelp, if no one has any other ideas, I guess that’s our plan? Oh, when I jump him, make a whole lotta noise, yeah? Maybe it’ll help slow him down another second or two to gimme more time to pin ‘em.” Lucas is answered by multiple agreeable hums.
The conversation’s topic is completely clueless as to the content of their chatter as he combatively crawls after Jonathan.
After the three-man lineup moves a bit further past Miss Masher’s current position, she walks over to intercept at a different angle than Lucas. Whilst en-route, she glances at her sister across the room.
“Hey, where do ya wanna cut him? I’ll try to hold that area still for ya.” Upon Miss Masher asking this, Miss Chievous gains a sinister grin.