Glancing up at the drone, Senjen scoffed and threw up his hands. “Where do they keep getting these things? And why do they keep trying that before we’ve even planted anything? That won’t even slow us down. Doesn’t even make sense…” He grumbled, his voice trailing off. “Light, could you go for the seeds with Pclendafuun again? We can get the soil ready.”

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Since the first round, the team was getting more into the rhythm of working together. Pclendafuun may still have been a stranger, but with them being knowledgeable enough on the subject, Ruknar could coordinate with them reasonably well. It was easiest when they all had their own jobs they could focus on. Senjen was handling planting on the border of their opponents’ side. A Human had little chance of physically interfering with much of anything he wanted to do. If he wanted to plant something, then it was going in the dirt as long as he was standing there to guard over it. If he wanted to rip something up or apply poison, then stopping him was not terribly likely. Whenever the thistle Jess suggested matured enough to form a tumbleweed, Senjen could toss it over into the other plot to distribute its seeds. They were not heavy, but they were more than thorny enough to potentially make them difficult to handle. To counter what he was doing, one would have a much better chance by acting more efficiently wherever he was not. 

Senjen was not the one directing their strategy, so he tried to keep his thoughts just on his own tasks in front of him, though in the back of his mind, he did worry about what tricks their opponents might have picked up through experience. He might not even recognize the ways they could get one over on him. Regardless of how it turned out, though, he relished the competition. The prize money was not as important to him as just trying to win.