The Poison Dart Frog noticed the armored outfit and identified the Armadillo, breaking into a rapid slither to assist them. She flared her wings, flapping them to try to deter the flashes of light. But she felt an uncanny feeling in her gut knowing there was more to the magic than first appeared.
"Hey hey hey!" the Frog said, holding her hooves up to try to quell their frustrated outburst. "Are you the Armadillo? Art your hurt? I need to talk to you. The Axolotl sent me. We might have a lead on what's causing all of this chaos."
Upgrades
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(not counting halogens)