A battalion of one thousand cats marches through the street led by Felix MacLeod. Ricci is positioned in the center of the front rank, marching right behind him.
"So you're on a mystical quest to Central Park, eh?" says the cat marching next to Ricci.
"What? Do you think it's all just a myth too?" asks Ricci.
"Haha, I don't know… us cats typically don't read too much into old fables. But maybe a myth is what we need right now. Something to believe in, to aspire to. Especially in a city like this." says the cat.
"Hmm, never thought of it like that," Ricci replies.
"I'm Lionel by the way."
"The monks named me Ricci." Ricci smiles, then does a double take and says, "Hey, aren't you the one who stabbed me in the leg?"
"Haha yup," says Lionel, "We really had ya back there?"
"Well I'm still walking so it wasn't much of a cut," Ricci replies.
"I went easy on ya," retorted Lionel, "A little lower and I could've struck a ligament."
"So what's the story behind this assault on the Reptilians?" asks Ricci.
"Word is going around that the Reptilians are expanding from their homebase in lower Manhattan and attempting to invade the other boroughs." answers Lionel.
"Why?!" asks Ricci.
"Nobody knows for sure," Lionel replies, "But whatever it is, I can't shake the feeling that it's not mere territorial expansion but something far more… sinister."
"Do you still think I'm a part of the Reptilians?" asks Ricci.
"You took out three cobras at once. Reptilian or not, you're a good fighter and right now that's all that matters." responds Lionel.
"At ease, soldiers!" shouts MacLeod as he raises his right hand. The Cat Clan battalion comes to an abrupt stop.