Gribbit, who still held his staff aloft, stopped laughing for a brief second when he saw the white trail left by Lisa's [Spectral Step], his yellow eyes widening at the speed of this fox.
However, he quickly regained his composure, letting out a dry, confident croak as he watched the colossal slug throb against the tree root where it had collided.
"Impressive, Noble White Lady... your agility matches your power." Gribbit hissed, his voice now laden with a dark authority that he had previously hidden beneath the mask of a frail old man. "But you will have to deal with my scouts alone. Your little blue friend may have isolated the first slug, but their venom isn't instant... it acts like a slow tide that corrodes the core from the inside out in ten or fifteen minutes, mwahahaha!"
He twirled his staff, pointing it at Lohan with scorn: "By now, the paralysis must be rising through his gelatin, turning him into nothing more than a static mana battery for my children."
