*killua is similarly disoriented by his surroundings, the lack of distinctive smells or sights making it impossible to navigate the swampy space. he has to rely on his ears, which pick up a distant squelching and then a furious shriek from pitou. he whirls around in the muck, finally spotting her, bounding toward him on all fours like a cat. as frail as he feels, he braces himself to fight her, taking on a battle stance.*

what the hell do you mean?!