Robert continued to follow Tai. While walking, Robert found a round rock about the size of his palm and began kicking it in the direction they were moving. Every time the rock slowed to a stop, Robert would kick it and send it forward again. Stop. Kick. Stop. Kick. Stop. Kick. Eventually, Robert misaimed and accidently kicked at the wrong angle. The rock flew into a large bush. Robert approached the bush, then moved it aside to see where the rock had landed. As soon as he saw what was behind the bush, his jaw dropped. Several Broodlings crawling on the ground and among the trees. In the center of the mass of oversized-spiders sat the rock that Robert had been kicking. "Nope!" and Robert quickly retuned to following Tai. As soon as he was directly behind Tai, Robert looked back to the bush. "I'll never forget you," Robert mouthed to the rock. "So Tai, what convinced you to become a hunter?"