We trudged onwards and through a bog. The mud stuck to our fur and splashed in our face as we walked through on our trip to defeat the phantoms. Even Dawn, who is bigger than us, had mud coated all over her fur. "Is this necessary?" Lime growled. No one replied, and walked on through the mud. "This would be a good place for an ambush." Dawn pointed out. "Hopefully the evils didn't think of that, and we'll be lucky this bog isn't an ambush." Having to be ready for an ambush made this all worse.