
Deep in the belly of the aphidian horde lies a vast encampment. Around you lies the tell remains of bitten leaves and the sound of full bellies.
Marmashell: The time has come my green friends. We have those pesky unii on the run now!
Root out any uni spies amongt us! The rest will become fine steeds :3
-flicks a spark against a group of unii who have just surrendered-