Isaura lowers his head, ignoring the words and concentrating, then the realization hits him.
Bugs hunt in swarms.
At that moment, like a swarm of locust, easily more than 10 ledyba, all with cracked, outgrown wings and pushed up grimy shells, nosily crash around the corner. All landing and flying sparatically, screeching with hunger. Swiftly turning his head to Nina, "Go, now! Get yourself and swalot to safety" then to Streamback, "Bugs can't fly against the wind." and with that, grabs the buizel and throws him into the air