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“Nothing.”

Cruncher’s chest began expanding. “EVERYONE, HOLD YOUR NOSES!!!” he shouted.

“What? Why?” Bella asked him.

Cruncher then let out a loud fart, spreading a pungent, thick cloud of pea-green gas across the battlefield. Any and every G-Grimm caught in the miasma died from the smell alone.