The patrol captain did not have the faintest idea what a player was, but that did not stop him from getting the gist of the situation.
Someone was stealing his duck!
"Don't let them get away!" The patrol captain roared.
However, the floating snow and the sheer speed of the husky-powered sled prevented him from noticing that the ones who had suddenly whisked the noblewoman's group away were those three brats he had killed before.
"Relax! As long as we slide fast enough, their arrows won't reach us." Simba calmed the passengers as he spurred the huskies on.
"…Not that their arrows would have great effect even if they catch up." He added, perhaps sensing that his previous assurance was less than convincing.
Meanwhile, Zazu seized the opening to glance behind, only to find that the archers were drawing some red clay from their hip sack and applying it to their arrows.