If an attack came it would not be in the means of a tackle, to fall from branches. His attacks came from his internal energy, shoving Cloud Impelling Palm at others. Luckily, there is nothing that comes from him. No attack that would knock either of them off their perch. For, at the moment, they might as well be birds above the rest.

"I'm with you."

He thinks that he is, at any rate. Did the chase still beckon him? It might try and it might succeed. That, however, is for another night to determine.

"What did you hit me with?"

It wasn't poison, that he knew. Not that poison did anything to his body anymore, but it wasn't something the world needed to know. Not unless it was knowledge that was seriously needed.