Altair gratefully caught the herbs Drake threw at him. Across the camp, he began to hear the first strains of the song he knew would boost Merri's magic. That was good: it would give Altair the chance to focus on the Mousse. He wasn't going to let it cast Silencega again, or anything else, for that matter; he was going to Insult the beast until it was so angry, it couldn't do anything but beat the nearest one of them physically.
Yes, Wil would get the brunt of the damage, but that was a sacrifice he—Altair—was willing to make.
Fortunately, Altair had a lot of pent-up aggression. He crept as close to the Mousse as he could without being seen around Wil and took a deep breath.
"HEY YOU OVERGROWN DINING-CART REJECT!" he yelled. "THAT'S RIGHT: I'M TALKING TO YOU! DO YOU SEE ANY OTHER BULBOUS CHOCOLATE DISASTERS AROUND? YOU COULD PROBABLY KILL US ALL BY INGESTION, IF YOU TASTE HALF AS BAD AS YOU SMELL. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ANYWAY? WAS YOUR MOM A PUDDING WHO MATED WITH AN ELK? SPEAKING OF YOUR MOM, DO YOU SEE THAT BROWN CRAP ALL OVER WIL'S SHIRT? THAT'S HER. HE HAD ALL OF HER LAST NIGHT AND SHE GOT EVERYWHERE."
Altair risked a glance around Wil, and saw that the Mousse was now steaming with anger.
"Well, that's enough of that," Altair murmured, pleased with himself. He loaded his weapon with Aqua Shot and climbed a tree.