Jun barely stirred from his nap as the boat neared the island; the only thing that woke him from his relaxation was the yelling and hissing of the crew and a flock of Remobras.

[b][i]"Yare, yare,"[/i][/b] Jun groaned, standing up and preparing his gunlance, [b]"can't a casanova such as myself get a little shut-eye while he sails?"[/b] Not wasting any time, he aimed the tip of his gunlance barrel at a small group of the snake wyverns and unleashed a shell in an attempt to blast them out of the air.

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Ten heard a Lagombi end up betwixt herself and the Giaprey pack, giving the Zamite another chance to frantically sprint towards the smell of the ocean; if she made it to the edge, she would leap off and into the water, safe from the creeping danger. If she was caught in the crossfire, then she was as good as dead.