Journey to Kimbara: Part 2

That night, Cosmo slept on a velvet bed, bedbug-free. The faint drip of water and the snoring of koalas was bothersome, but not obnoxious. In the darkness of the cavern, he thought he heard the whispering of specters and the undead outside.
Probably because it was common knowledge that kangaroos here practiced necromancy.
Long ago, when all of Jamaa was in harmony under Father Sky, and when the phantoms didn't exist except in Mira's nightmares, Kimbara was where koalas and kangaroos lived together as guardians of the rich land.
They were essentially the same race, as marsupials. Kangaroos and koalas married and had kids, and oftentimes referred to one another as family, even those with no connection to them. They were like another society, wrapped in the folds of Jamaa.
However, there was one difference: koalas insisted on using life magic to heal and extend life, while kangaroos insisted on using death magic to kill and revive. What the quarreling Jamaasians didn't realize was that together, the practices combined were practically invincible. As arguments broke out all over the outback and town sheriffs were constantly being murdered by rioters, evil spouts started to break out. Kangaroos and koalas fought over things that were black and white, such as truth and ideals, life and death, defense or offense, and other issues. Lawsuits were piling all over the courts, scuffles broke out in the streets, rape and divorce were common, and murder was an everyday pastime. Cosmo tried to stop the trouble, to no avail. As he saw the last kangaroos depart Jamaa in fury, taking the Kangaroo Spirit Stone with them, he made a stone mural of a koala and kangaroo facing each other in hope that they would mend their ways and be friends again. When Kimbara was stolen, the kangaroos returned to the outback under the phantoms' promise that they would get revenge, and split into tribes.
As a beam of moonlight came through the vintage window in the rock wall, Cosmo sighed.
"Once I retrieve the spirit stone the kangaroos brought back and defeat Abigail, its about time I try to mend ways. Sleep is good for the body, though, and I should do my second sleep now. Three hours after my first sleep is ample enough for relaxation." muttered the koala.
"Snore........." was all he heard as Cosmo snuggled into his down sheets, and fell asleep.

When the koala troupe woke up, they were dangling from the ceiling with apples in their mouths.
Most of the travelers seemed distressed instantly, but all Cosmo did was mumble "Mmmf", and devour the apple in his mouth.
"Hey! What happened here?" cried Indiana.
"Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha..." cackled a familiar voice.
The young koala girl turned, despite being held by ropes.
Macedonia strutted in, her fur laden with royal-grade pelts and shiny black wig making her look like a crazy rock star.
"Hello, Indiana. I've heard much about you and Cosmo from the tales that came across the border. You are surprised we kangaroos betrayed you, huh? Huh?" sneered the kangaroo, scarred eyes glinting with an insane evil. Her cracked lips spread into a wicked smile.
"You witch!" growled Orlando. "Treating us like royalty, then hanging us from the ceiling like prize pork!" His naive eyes glared at Macedonia, as if there were something between them.
All villainess-like, Macedonia extended her bruised fingers, and cackled softly.
"Why, its clear, isn't it. Daddy wants to please Abigail with rare koala meat, and enlist the female general in his ranks to rule Jamaa. The phantoms aren't the only ones fighting for control of the lavish motherland."
"You... daughter of a bitch..." snarled Orlando.
Macedonia threw back her head, and laughed like a maniac. A few of the younger koalas started to try to swing away.
"Why, Gerbill is a bitch. That's why I'm talking to you instead of him. In a few hours, you will all be dipped into our specialty carrot stew!"
"You're truly insane..." muttered Indiana.
All the while, Cosmo, despite being the Alpha of the group, paid little heed to the talk around him.
"Mmm. The apple tastes good." said Cosmo, licking his lips.
Indiana looked at her mentor and raised an eyebrow, then sighed in exasperation. Large green roots started creeping up the walls and striking the ropes tethered to the ceiling, but with a single thrust of her wrist, Macedonia sent out three waves of black energies, smacking the roots and wilting them.
"Enjoy your life, because soon we'll send you packing to the afterlife! Tell Zios that the necromancers themselves sent you there!" said Macedonia, sneering at the helplessness of the koalas.

Soon, it started to get stifling hot inside the cavern, which was probably because Kimbara was reputed for heat.
"Ugh... how do we get out?" muttered Orlando.
Indiana glanced over at him.
"Hey, Orlando. How do you know Macedonia? And why do you use the same magic as they do?" asked the koala girl.
Orlando sighed.
"Only when we get out of this, Indiana." replied the koala.
Indiana shook furiously, her face so pumped up it seemed like she was already boiling in carrot soup.
"When? When?! That's absurd! We have been in tight situations before, but that's still crazy! These bonds are as tight as crap!" exclaimed Indiana, infuriated.
All the while, like an idiot, Cosmo chewed at the thick nylon bondage, spitting out the rope and just eating like a ram.
"Cosmo, sir, what are you doing? Wouldn't you conjure up a potion instead of endanger your digestive system, sir?" asked a sweet little tyke koala.
"No, I'm doing the less risky thing. After I do this, I need all the mana I can get." replied Cosmo, a bit gruff due to frustration and concentration on the ropes.
TWANG TWANG.
As Cosmo worked his way at the rope, swinging back and forth, Indiana started to fret even more about their predicament.
"Oh joy, oh joy! The Jamaasians will wonder what happened to us! I'll never see the adventures in full swing! I'll be in with Zios forever! Oh no, oh no!" screeched the little koala.
Macedonia wasn't there, physically, but the shadows seemed to cackle at the stress that was spouting in the koala.
"Shut up, retard!" snarled Orlando. "You're making it worse!"
Indiana was in the middle of a sentence when he growled at her.
"Orlando? Did you say something?" asked Indiana, head quickly cooling as she was distracted from blind fury. The numerous other koalas around the were also fretting, but some turned their heads towards the new commotion.
"Its because you just worry, worry, worry. The warriors that are the Alphas and Jamaasian Heroes are all but worriers, not warriors. I'm so sick of this. Dark and Light always complain about each other, but neither has much backup. Darkness is pure insanity, while Light is a bunch of old retards that claim that they are better. Why are you two sides complaining all the time? Its just destroying the world, and making me tempted to use powers to remake this world. You argue about simply everything, and never admit the other is more right than the other." snapped Orlando. "I ran away from the kangaroos after they took me from the orphanage I grew up in and tried to brainwash me, in belief that the Jamaasians were so-called saner. I had faith in Cosmo because he was also a koala, and he was supposed to be very kind and understanding. But then, all this happened, all due to faith in the nutcases that are the gods, and due to old grudges. I was so sick of being brainwashed by stupid farts, then I ran to the good side because they claimed so often to be superior, or even godly. Then, however, to my horror, I realized that they were already brainwashed by a pure insane force: the ancient gods! Even Frost, who is also thinking this, as I can tell, is insane. I think that death is more important now, where I can at least shape my own world in my share of the stars."
By the time Orlando finished his speech full of rage, hate and sorrow, all heads turned to him, and the shadows seemed to sit still, listening to him be honest.
Indiana looked sorrowful that Orlando went through so much, when all the forces of light intended was to bring justice to the world.
"Bu-but we try to make the world a fair place! Justified! All we try to do is bring a sword of justice upon the heads of the corru-"
Orlando cut her off, somehow in control of blind fury.
"You are corrupted! Everyone is corrupted! Its all so insane that I wouldn't mind sending everyone to an insane asylum and preaching of better ways! Justice is a virtue that everyone babbles about but never achieves! Motive is always powered by a greed for power! We animals are better than Twolegs, but still too imperfect! I wouldn't mind it if everyone but me died! I wouldn't care if the world collapsed upon itself due to all this madness in the sand of reality! I wouldn't give a shit if this world of pure assholes just died forever! Goals are in the end, always about power! Live and learn, stupid! Savior already agrees with me, why not you? Why not everyone else?"
By the time Orlando was finished ranting and being totally honest about the world, Cosmo had finished his blind chewing and was about to claw the last fiber of the rope in half.
"Hey, lets cool it. I'm cutting you all loose now, I found this sharp knife inside the rope." said Cosmo, immediately taking charge of the situation.
As Cosmo leapt down from his hanging position, Indiana thought she saw the shadows mourn the loss of the rope... but why? Rope didn't have life, nor was it an item to mourn for.
The other koalas, hanging from the dark and damp ceiling, seemed to be relieved as the brown streak that was Cosmo drew from nature and used it to cut everyone free from their bonds.
"Get moving. We need to avoid the kangaroos, plus go retrieve the spirit stone and defeat Abigail. As I said before, get moving!" said Cosmo frantically. "If Macedonia finds us, we're dead - literally. "
Some of the smaller ones quivered, but the more adventurous ones cheered.
Quickly, large ferns grew out of the red ground and started to cover them. As soon as every single koala passed them, though, they would wilt and completely vanish.
"Rad tricks, man, but we have to leave now." said a koala that wore tinted sunglasses, looking at Cosmo.
Cosmo nodded, trying to return the cool dude favor.
Orlando seemed grouchy, but willingly followed them out of the room.

As soon as they set paw outside of the room, sirens blared and half-asleep kangaroos dressed in bones and skulls leapt out with spears, but some of Cosmo's plants whipped them away, some with leaves, some with pies (for some reason).
Hungry and parched, an army of koalas started ripping through the lavish furniture and food in the large storage room they were exiting through. As soon as Cosmo went past cookies or comfortable bean bag chairs, seconds afterwards the plate would be shiny clean and the bean bag chair worn out. Not even moldy carrots were spared the koala treatment, the being's last moments being the butts and teeth of koalas. It was an Armageddon to behold as Cosmo led his koalas into a battle of savagery and nobleness in a stew of randomness.
Indiana winced as a leather patch flew over her head, fluttering down from the sky and landing on a nearby vintage lamp.
"I swear that once this is Jamaasian land once more, I'm coming back here to clean up." muttered the koala girl.
Suddenly, Macedonia stepped in front of Cosmo's path, and they skidded to a halt.
"No way, Alpha, Daddy still wants your meat neatly minced and boiled!" cried the girl, her eyes full of cruelty and desperation - two odd things combined.
Quickly, a Chomper came up behind her, and with a swoosh of its jaws, picked her up and held her screaming in its grip.
"I'm sorry, kangaroo girl, but I have to go. Once we leave Kimbara, it'll let you down." sighed Cosmo. Without as much as a glance, Cosmo sprinted off, and his senseless troop followed.
"Die, vermin, die!" screeched Macedonia. Nobody was sure if she was babbling at the Chomper or Cosmo himself.
The last glance Indiana had of the kangaroo and her wailing combined with the sirens was when she sighed and started to call for help from her handmaids.

Outside, in the arid sun, Cosmo stopped to drink from his canteen, and his troop stopped to do the same.
The rustling of the grass and blue penguins playing near the waterfall was melodious, and it seemed to Indiana as if Peck could compose a nifty tune from the melody of Mother Nature... that is, if she didn't resist belting out "I Can Walk On Water, I Can Fly" in the meantime. Her karaoke was usually good and in tune, but it was excessively loud and was often sung at the wrong time - whether in the shower, at midnight, or simply at a time that simply wouldn't work for the rest of the Alphas.
Suddenly, just as they started to run towards a rundown hospital near a tree that reverberated with kangaroo power, Gerbill and two of his mercenaries dropped down from the top of the mountain, which wasn't high up from them (good thing for the kangaroos but not for the koalas).
"Didja know that its rude to walk out on your host? Just stay for our carrot stew, we request! Just a last request!" said Gerbill in a teasing and negotiating tone.  Underneath the capes that covered the faces and most of the bodies of his goons, they growled and pointed their pointy spears out towards Cosmo's chest.
"I'm not falling for your petty sleights of hand, Gerbill. Your evil days are over." said Cosmo, his voice laced with steely calm.
Gerbill spluttered when he saw that Cosmo wasn't intimidated by smooth talking.
"Hey! I practice those speeches all night! Don't you dare flabbergast me, the Great Gerbill!"
Indiana snickered with her BFF Dakota.
"Hee hee. Sounds like he's the great rodent of time."
Dakota nearly burst out laughing, the vibes of laughter nearly bursting out of her cheeks, which didn't help Gerbill's embarrassment.
"Hey! ....Fine, but the point is that I'LL TERMINATE YOU FOR DARING TO ESCAPE!" cried Gerbill.
Cosmo chuckled.
"Fine, challenge accepted. Whoever finds both the Spirit Stone and defeats Abigail first can kick out the other." said the plump koala.
Gerbill glanced back at his minions, and they nodded ominously.
The two old farts ran off, luckily not farting (lame joke, IK.)

Running across the roastin' outback, they dodged phantoms and picked Bombers to blow up any enemies... sometimes each other. A few crazy rattlesnakes attacked the leaders, but were pelted with fruit and dirty fur.
Suddenly, just as their keen noses picked up the scent of the Spirit Stone, Abigail popped up.
Abigail leaned against a heated rock a rattlesnake was sleeping on, and sneered.
Cosmo and Gerbill both doubled back in disgust at the sight of ugly cosmetics smeared onto the blob of tears.
"What's wrong, boys? Intimidated by my velvetly poison looks?" purred the phantom. Her voice was as velvetly and sugar-coated as Aphrodite would look if the Greek Goddess were canon, but an undertone of steely darkness was palpable in her words. In simpler terms, Abigail's voice was pure, blazing hot, but her ugly makeup SO DID NOT live up to the expectation.
"That can't be legal." muttered Indiana.
"I lost waaay too many fur strands looking at that horrid beast." added Orlando.
Despite being on end with each other, Indiana and Orlando managed to contribute the wrong thing.
"What?! You dare insult my lovely looks? All the men coo when they dsee me!" shrieked Abigail.
As quickly as a striking viper, Abigail unsheathed her needles coated with venom, and struck Orlando in the heart.
THUNK.
"Uff..ugh..."
As quickly as quick could be, and before any of the koala troop could stop ravaging the region searching for the stone, Orlando fell to the ground, bleeding severely, and Abigail retreated to the side of her newly placed minions, over by a rundown hospital.
"Why, you sewer rat...!" cried Indiana.
Abigail sneered even more widely, wickedly complimented by her fangs inserted in her tentacles, but made ugly by her overdosed makeup.
"Why did you attack us?" shrieked Cosmo.
Abigail calmly blew dust off of one of her fangs.
"No problem. That crab was a peeve, I tell ya. And I attacked you... simply for no reason. It's none of ANY man's beeswax." replied the general.
Pointing at Gerbill, who was sweating due to the weather and because of Abigail's striking ugliness, she smiled a smile laced with poison, and took a cigar out of her essence. Wisps of the fumes floated into the sky as she did so, like a soul departing for Zios's care.
"And you, the master necromancer, would surely understand. The weak must leave and make way for the strong to properly fight. We, the necromancers, are considered evil as soon as we realize this, but we can easily wipe the 'do-gooders' off of their filthy paws as soon as we do so!"
By now, Dakota, Indiana and a few other koalas were doing all they could with their life powers, trying to yank Orlando out of the void. His breathing was shrill and rapid, the blood oozing out at a volcano's pace (slow but worriesomely), and his eyes glazing over slightly.
Gerbill growled.
"I agree with you, but I am not a pure assassin! I like slow death, such as hanging, dissolvation, the like, but not viper's poison!" snarled the old kangaroo. The skull on his cane glowed purple, resonating death and suffering, while the leaves and candle on Cosmo's cane glowed green and resonated life and joy. Both seemed to curl around each other, as the other was meaningless without the other. Death was a transition to other lives, while life had to exist for death to fulfill its purpose.
Abigail quickly spoke in bat cries to her minions, and they nodded.
A few of the younger koalas whimpered as all of the troop was gathered together, watching Abigail act like a deadly striker - which she fully was, in all rights.
Abigail quickly growled as she embarked on her way down Boredom Lane.
"So, are you going to fight me or not?" snapped the phantom. "It's disrespectful to not answer a lady, y'know."
Inside of Cosmo's head, the flow of time was averted, and all actions slowed down. It could be phantom existence interference (in other words, too many phantoms in existence, depriving time of the energies it needed to be stable, despite having new ones born from dark thoughts)... or Cosmo's deep memories.
I am Cosmo, Alpha of Koalas and nature, One of the Six, and I have a mission. said a voice that had been in slumber for a long time.
Who are you? replied Cosmo's current consciousness.
Your true self. Your Alpha self. Mira modernized you, but with a side effect. You split into two "Cosmo" shards. One is your existing forme... and one is the original one, slumbering inside your body. You can tap into my power, but never surpass me. If we are truly unified... the phantoms shall known chaos.
Cosmo saw an apparition of himself, but with glittering black eyes and a stouter shape, while everyone else was moving at a snail's pace. All they would see was a blink of light, Cosmo guessed.
Holding out a paw, his old forme smiled and flickered. He seemed groggy, yet much more powerful than Cosmo... even though it was clear he barely had any power. Did this other koala really have more power than his current consciousness?
Cosmo.... it is very clear we have much less time to make sure Apophis doesn't make Maximus Chronos become a berserker and sink the world under a sea of darkness than anticipated. He has already started to upgrade his forces, and the Hero groups are barely holding him off. Warn the other Alphas, even the ones that came after the modernization, and tell them they have to fuse with their former selves, whatever it takes.
Cosmo's apparation started to flicker, as if the summer heat were distorting the image.
Slumber calls, Cosmo, I cannot say more. I am still too weak to do much more than a power boost tha will last the entire battle, or at least as long as I can hold it up. Remember, don't let Evada or the Four Of Chronos burn up...
Cosmo extended a paw to grab his former self and anchor him to the mortal world, but the image flickered one last time, then burst into a quadrillion sparks... and time was returned to normal.
"Hey.. Cosmo. How did you jerk your limb so quickly?" asked a small, pink koala.
Cosmo blushed, then focused on the threat: Abigail.
"Gerbill. You have to aid me." said Cosmo, giving no apparent regard to the little koala. "No matter what, I think that we have to unite life and death to truly defeat Abigail. She is lethal, and we can't take chances."
"Hulllo! I'm still here!" cried the koala, waving her paw. "I demand an answer!!!"
Desperate to calm her down, Dakota kneeled down as Indiana lugged Orlando's semi-conscious body to safety.
"FYI, little girl," said Dakota. "that was magic. Now, hurry to the back of the crowd. We don't want the young and elderly to get hurt."
KRA-KOOM!
Fearful all of a sudden, the litttle koala needed no encouragement to follow Indiana to safety.
A burn spot smoked where a fat cactus was, and Abigail set down the lethal pistol.
"That was yet another warning. Get cooking already, I want the perfect meal!" cried Abigail.
"W-wait." stuttered Gerbill, ignoring Cosmo. "We had an alliance. Why are you attacking me?"
Abigail sneered even more, making that AT LEAST her third sneer during the exchange.
"Because I made the deal expire today. I, the Kimbara Outback General, have full rights to change anything about the policy without warning." replied Abigail,  as if she were reciting something.
Gerbill snarled like a dog on a leash for three days straight.
Then, as he stared to heat up, he focused on Cosmo.
"We can't aid each other! We're enemies! We can only fully understand each other through bloody and merciless battles!"
Smacking Cosmo so hard that blood came out, he snarled.
Some loyal koalas surged forward, crying out, but with a dripping nose, Cosmo held up a paw for them to hold their horses.
"We have to.... You know that... No matter what, we must at least aid each other until this b**** is dealt with!"
Gerbill smirked.
"Liked your cuss word there, Alpha of Koalas. Fine, I'll do that with you under one condition: we cannot heal each other, so we're stuck with what our sides have."
The silent mecenaries near Gerbill nodded.
Reluctantly, Cosmo nodded.
"Good." grumbled Abigail. "I was thinking you two were in la-la land for a moment."

The battle didn't intiate all gory and blood.
First, Abigail leapt towards a bunch of koalas dozing off, and was greeted with yelps and parting bodies. Luckily, she forgot to unsheath her razor claws, so nothing grazed the fleeing chaps.
The two auras of the two canes, belonging to sides that had sworn war against each other, started to swirl around each other for the first time in many bloody eons.
Swirling around each other in a funnel shape, the purple and green snakes of energies started to circle faster... and faster... and faster.... and faster....
BOOM-SHAKA-LAKA!
A large explosion of colors...
and all hell rained down.
At the point of a glowing finger kangaroos and koalas alike charged, drooling and screeching. For some reason, they were savagely advancing, but it didn't matter.
"Come, my troops! Defeat the opposition! For Apophis!" screeched Abigail.
Thousands of black bodies armed with knight's armor and large spears appeared, vastly covering the landscape. Not a single body moved out of sync, and not a single phantom stood out from the rest. They saluted in a ripple, freaking a few of the younger fighters into trembling.
"For Apophis!" repeated the legion of phantoms.
Sparks came off Gerbill and Cosmo...
...for glowing avatars, holy as holy could be, stood in their stead. Their shapes were so murky that their controllers were hardly visible.
The usual combat avatar Cosmo could summon and handle appeared, only larger and less bulky, and more foggy.
Surprisingly, though, Gerbill was surrounded in a combat avatar that looked a lot like it was a Shaman avatar.
Could he be another Alpha, unbeknownst to the forces of Jamaa?
Cosmo had no time to think this relevation over, for the legion started charging, spears as sharp and shiny as ever.
Immediately, gory blood splatters came up into the sky, and phantom and koala alike were thrown aside. Despite being vastly outnumbered, kangaroo and koala alike fought well.
Some weapons of choice were hieroglyphs, spells, stones, fists (brawn is good!!!), acrobatics... and exploding donkeys. Don't laugh, when that card was played... mass destruction followed. Yikes.
Cosmo and Gerbill, knowing there was little to be done for their troops until the batle ended, charged towards Abigail, who promptly increased in size to about the size of the Phantom Mutant - also customary size of a powered up avatar.
"You shall not defeat me! I shall, as the only female general I know of, hack and slash my way to redemption! Agate, DarkBreath and the others are overrated! I am the greatest! I shall see the splashes of ichor and the screams of the enemy, and remember them for the rest of my great life! I shall find splendor, and fame! I will defeat this Alpha, to begin with!" cried Abigail, cantering towards the avatars and ripping up the rocks.
"No matter what happens - I will not lose!" retorted Gerbill.
Cosmo rolled his eyes, and the movement caused a small tremor (oops).
"You two speech in SUCH a cliched way." muttered Cosmo. He shrugged, and summoned three razor leaves to circle him as a barrier.
Careful not to squish any fighters, dark or not, Cosmo slugged a punch at Abigail just as she was about to pounce with boxing gloves (what the chocolate Miras?), and barely hit.
Splashes of blood came out of Abigail, and she countered with lightspeed agility, landing sharp blows on Cosmo as she flashed around.
Not wanting to be as sluggish as an RPG character, Cosmo and Gerbill launched two conjourning blasts of light, life and death truly unified.
Abigail managed to dodge the powerful blast, which hit a large boulder, promptly blowing it up and landing some shrapnel in Abigail's coat. However, some bounced off the avatars, and somehow weakened them a bit.
"WILD  EMUS!" shrieked Dakota.
"What?" shrieked Gerbill back.
Too late.
A flock of rabid emus (no joke) charged towards the crowd... and avoided the Jamaasians.
"Wh-at?" cried Abigail, pulling at her skin. "I summoned those with a lot of mana! Gawd, do my attacks need work. Wut-ever. Time to SLAUGHTER SOME SHEEP!"
By the time of that remark, Cosmo realized that Abigail was truly crazy. He had expected more from the lone (so far) female general, but then again... all phantoms except for a select few were insane, poisoned by Apophis, and most evil females acted like her, anyways.
As Cosmo barely dodged her sharp blows, saved by the loss of mattress weight, he thought of a good way to avert her attention and land a blow that would save himself a lot of pain... and hopefully end the journey.
"Hmph." he said at last.
"Hmph what?" asked Abigail.
Suddenly, his shield changed direction, and pointed directly at her eye.
Homing in on her body, Cosmo mercilessly slanted the sharp leaves at an angle that would make the damage so bad it would make her implode.
"Too late. I'm sorry about your death, but I'm not sorry."
"Hmm? ....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The leaves slowly span around, according to the slowdown of time (odd this happens when a critical hit is about to land), and started spinning faster and faster.
The last expression of Abigail was pure pain, shock, and sadness.
Then, the dust cleared, and the cracked stone that was the Kangaroo Spirit Stone appeared.

Cosmo grabbed the stone, and both Gerbill and he abandonded the avatars. Seeing their leader gone, the entire legion fled, screaming EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR! and HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"Hmm. Need work. It seems more badly damaged than any Timestone. It still works, though, so I think it'll do, we just need to dust it off and make kangaroos a bit rare." sighed Cosmo. "I don't like my position, but this will have to do for my urge to defend Jamaa, even in death."
Gerbill growled, then turned away.
"Because you rid me of Abigail, I'll let you reclaim our territory, and have safe passage back to Jamaa. However, you must let us stay here, and make sure our home is guarded and made a shop. I don't normally swallow my pride... but unfortunately, I do not feel like it is a ingenious idea to be overly stubborn." muttered the old kangaroo.
Cosmo smiled as if the world were butterflies and riding unicorns over rainbows sniffing daisies.
"Well, that is what I have planned! Truce for now?"
They shook hands, but still gave each other slight dagger eyes.
"Truce."
As the last of the phantoms disappeared to a location beyond seeing and the koalas got ready to leave, Gerbill muttered: "This won't be the last of it."