Edward Miller held the corpse of the Black Water Frog: "How do we do this?"
"This is really fishy!"
Carson Flores waved his hand and pinched his nose, but the stench was persistent.
The Black Water Frog was already very fishy, and now Carson Flores had beheaded it with one sword, causing the blood to gush out, intensifying the stench.
Edward Miller frowned; the smell was simply overpowering.
Carson Flores thought for a moment: "Now that we have this thing, we don't need to search bit by bit. We'll just carry it and fly through each area quickly, pausing at intervals."
"If nothing shows up, either it's not in this area, or it hasn't been lured out. No matter what, we should cover the whole area first and see what happens."
Edward Miller responded crisply: "Alright!"
With bait in hand, the two were no longer as cautious as before. They flew like the wind, spreading the fishy smell instantly, filling the whole area, its pungency nauseating.
