Jimmy waited anxiously for Jones' reply. He was almost sure that Jones was going to reject the request, as Jimmy hadn't had enough time, or mana to make him the perfect, order-following cone. He was sure that he had bought himself a world of trouble, and he thought that it may be the case based on the way that Mika was pacing around behind him. She was walking around, trying to find the best spot to shoot the clone from if she had to.
"Brother…" Jones held his breath, "I want to help you fight the enemy, not dinosaurs."
"I know," He nodded, "But remember, you're a Dinosaur Tamer, just like I am. It might sound like a bad idea to split the two of us apart, but you saw what our friends were going through. They buried five of their people already, and if we don't help them, they're gonna be burying a lot more people soon. Tonight, even, so you gotta go help them while I look over the grasslands."
