Somehow, don't ask how, Armin managed to miss all the racket Krieg was making arriving. Maybe he had just been too lost in another book or any one of those Armin things Armin does. What he doesn't miss though is the racket of three full-grown Incineroars suddenly tearing off the porch.

Oh no. Not again.

Grabbing the waiting spray bottle of water, Armin goes running out of the house after the cat brigade, though it is hard to catch up to three giant cats pelting down the beach. "Stop it! Leave him alone!" He brandishes the spray bottle like a weapon, a weapon specifically for naughty kitties. "He's not-- oh. It's Krieg."