Green goop scattered across the grass. With an effective strike at the opportune moment, the warrior cut the Molboroba from the nose to the jaw diagonally separating half of the creature's head. The badger was the closest and first to see the pulsing heart of the monster slowly turn into a stilled blob. The purple innards were grotesque yet for any [i]alchemist[/i] spoils would be as simple as grabbing some important organs.

The warrior, axe-wielder, and songstress would feel a new bond however. Their joint efforts exceeded the immediate danger posed by the monster. However a new danger was still around, the baby malbo that were in another part of the forest, out of view of the Moogle, Bird, Warrior, Hunter, and Badger. The smell of a corpse already rotting in life would overtake them in moments of the exposed innards. The best remedy was simply to burn away the corpse.

And rightly so as all who could see the creature's corpse would observe the strange phenomenon. The body bubbled as it hit the ground, spilling out more sludge until it spread across the grass like a fallen grail. The unholy smell brought tears to the moogle who cast ensuna on himself, thinking he'd been infected. 

[color=#e86461][b]"Flesh of the devil!"[/b][/color] The small summoner said, floating away. Before he could flee the smell the sounds of beasts caught his attention and then the sound of birds last reptiles. The creatures of the forest were reacting to an unknown force. [color=#e86461][b]"What's.. what's wrong with them? aren't they happy the monster is no more?"[/b][/color] The moogle floated toward the decayed grass of the Molboroba's previous path. Looking to the hunter he tilted his head at the sight of the weapon.

[color=#94e874][b]"I do not believe that is a sound of joy, for each creature of this forest possess strength and the ferocity of the wild. We have not yet seen the last of this forest's dangers."[/b][/color] The Caelum woman said, covering his face and looking away from the foul corpse. In her home kingdom, blood and bile of leviathan and monsters of the sea were but sweet wine compared to the sickening Molboroba.
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Over with the Geomancer, Blade Dancer, and Chocobo Rider there was only the wild behavior of the babies to worry about. Each seemed preoccupied with consuming the plants around them, and spitting on the trees to mark territory by slowly eroding the bark into black wood. The party there became a target for their spitting. If but a single drop landed on their skin it would cause debilitating pain, disease, and poisons to spread about that part of their body. With the shear number of those small creatures accumulating in the area, by a count of approximately thirty one, one could but hope to flee this place. The forest outside of Navire was becoming a nursery for a spreading sickness.

When the blade dancer moved to flee the area she managed to cut a spawn in the face, ripping the eye from the body. It reacted by screeching and quickly the pack of them too started screeching, calling out for their protectors.

The Geomancer would know that noise by experience, if any mother or father could listen then they'd surely arrive in moments. The forest would then become a hunting ground for the party.