"'Jabberjays'? I am not familiar. And if it is magic, I have no counter to it." Aymeric's eyes narrow. "I fear we are at a disadvantage, Finnick. What say you? Shall we continue?"

He looked to Leofard to ask his opinion as well, only to find him several paces behind them, and trembling.

"Master Leofard, do not fall behind," Aymeric ordered.

"Right, r-right, pardon me," he said as he caught up. "I don't like this either, but I would hate to leave empty handed..."