Fox passes out, another flash of light illuminating the clearing before vanishing. As his body lays in the ground, almost motionless, the others atention are drawn to the book in his hands. The book seems to be burning, and his eyes are fluttering open after a long while. "Murr..." He sits up, not notising the burning book in his hands, and blink at the others who have stoped fighting for the last five seconds. Soon he bigins to talk, a bit muffled. "L-look, we're all non-human... we have a common enemy in the brainwashed masses of the human race, so why are we fighting among ourselfs now? We must survive for now, until we can fight the humans and win... permanatly. And..." At this point he looks down to the book in his hands. "OH CRAP! ITS ON FIRE! No no no no no...." He starts to cry as the others turn away, but whether it is to battle or to negotation Fox can't tell.