"Besides, Cyclone is..." Shikamru begins to speak but is cut off as cyclone sticks up his left arm, holding Zatu's mangled right arm.
"I'm not out of the picture yet.." Cyclone says as he sits up. "And what was all that talk about me being wanted by Medra and his goons?" He pulls out a big cantine with romen in it and begins to eat.
"Like father like son.." Shikamru says as he leans back on the tree he is sitting against and lights a pipe.
"Portcet my king..." he thinks to himself as he puffs.
"You were right Asuma... so it continues.." Once he finsihes his romen, Cyclone coppies Zurith, not wanting to get out done by him. He begins running up a tree.
The foresaken one....