As the battle became all the more turbulent in the center field with Marsel and Nixt joining Eefran on a rampage, both Vloz and his peak-perennial foe felt the battle nearing its close. It was now or never.
"What have you done to Bicard, I wonder?" asked the perennial in heavy armor, now damaged beyond the point of repair. "How much longer can you stall him? Don't tell me that dumb ape is the one--"
"That dumb ape is the one who planned everything," quipped Vloz, letting his voice echo from within the surrounding mist. It was as if six Vloz's had spoken in tandem from all around the peak-perennial.
"HA! Don't be--"
"Why so worried? I thought you had confidence in your general?" the many Vlozes questioned, making sure the man amid the darkness wasn't sure of anything. "If you're worried, why not strike me down and end the battle? Can't you do that much?"
"If you're too scared to fight, then why not flee and survive?"