“Oh, great,” Rebecca mumbled to the Swablu. “So you’re just going to try and stonewall all of us by yourself?” She took a deep breath, both as a means of expressing her exasperation and of simply catching her breath. She wondered why in the world it (or whatever was controlling it) would try and waste all of their time with this. Did it have friends on the way? Was it serving as a diversion for something else? Or did it just get a kick out of the trouble it was causing? She wasn’t even sure if the Swablu or anything related to knew the tactical value of what it was doing one way or the other, and decided to just use Confusion in the meantime, picking up the recently grounded bird with her mind and throwing it back into the ground.