Now the sounds were nearer... and louder... A strange chant could be heard, and it increased its intensity very gradually...

"yo-shi... yo-shi... yo-shi... yo-shi... YO-shi.... YO-shi... YO-SHI! YOSHI! YOSHI!"

The ferns tore apart, the bushes split open, and dozens of the strange reptiles that the team had encountered the previous night stepped out onto the beach. Each wielded a polished stick, which was fashioned with a spearhead on the sharper end. All wore stern faces, and all glared fiercely at the four Lylatians, who could do nothing but stare back.

"This is not good..." Falco muttered under his breath.