This was going to get difficult if they insisted on invoking the strangest combinations of words with an ease that suggested they made any sense at all. Antony was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them and he really didn't like feeling like he might have been. Shields didn't give orders, the structure that had been dropped in the middle of the forest wasn't coming apart by any means, and Antony was fairly certain all ants were mute, not to mention lacked the kind of power Kitty was suggesting. It was a little girl, not an ant, and, for Kitty's sake, Antony noted aloud, "Not the boy," because she obviously was having a hard time keeping up amongst her own madness.
For once, he was grateful of the company Wicked provided, because she seemed to know how to communicate at their level and point out the obvious. Antony scrubbed his knuckles against his brow, already regretting the invitation before he asked, "Will, could you? Up here again?" He could take the confused creatures back to his far less vulnerable home and hopefully, between Wicked and himself, impress upon them everything they were missing.