She didn't like this at all. 

THe slippery moss was annoying to step on, and she was sure there were mosquitoes as big as bumblebees flying about. Those damned mosquitoes.

Oh for the love of all that was holy, a whole swarm of them was buggering her.

"Kyaaaaargh!!"

Snapping under the stress of those damned things whining about her ears, she pulled out the whip and started swinging wildly with both the whip and the knife, occasional meaty smacks punctuating her swings as they connect with a mosquito.Still feeling a touch murderous, she continued her genocide of the mosquito race a bit ahead of the group, before tripping on a mushroom and faceplanting on another, bigger, mushroom. Upon regaining her posture, and turning around, she found out she had stepped into some deep icky swamp muck. Of course, misfortune always come in threes, and Mado's shoes were nowhere to be found once she had extracted herself from the muck.

Shoeless, and with legs covered with muck, she arrived at the cave looking very dejected, with only the absence of mosquitoes to comfort her. At least her bag was still dry and clean. Looking around, she tore some of those cloth tied to the trees and started wiping off the mud from her legs.

"Oh my, you look quite a sight." The gentleman was standing near her, twirling about a scalpel. There were some mosquitoes attracted to him as well, but each one that gets near was sliced neatly in half by the scalpel.

"How are you still clean and spotless?"

"Why, I flew here."

"Wh..." she gave a thoughtful look. "Why didn't I think of that before?"