[Weavile scurries his way up the tree, making ice spikes on the tree in bare looking spots to climb with.
There's nothing stopping them from getting to those eggs. They're the length of a forearm and there are six of them to boot; victory is in sight, although Silver may have lacked a bit of foresight in this plan.
Getting down's going to be a little rough with arms full of eggs.]
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There's nothing stopping them from getting to those eggs. They're the length of a forearm and there are six of them to boot; victory is in sight, although Silver may have lacked a bit of foresight in this plan.
Getting down's going to be a little rough with arms full of eggs.]