"Max, aren't those things a little big to be birds?"
I looked up, wondering what Gazzy was talking about. I groaned. There were three figures high above us. They could have passed as birds, but they were too high up and too big. "Okay, it looks like flyboys. Let's land in an open spot so we can fight."
"There's only three, Max, do we really need to worry?" Nudge asked.
"Three?" Iggy scoffed. "We can take 'em!"
"Shut up and land." I muttered. They both grinned, but obeyed, and we all tilted our wings to descend slowly.
Once we were on the ground, I looked up again. But the only thing I saw was the endless blue sky, dotted with wispy clouds that were tinged with pink from the setting sun. "They're gone." I whispered in wonder. My eyes narrowed. "Iggy?"
Iggy closed his eyes, listening hard. Then he pointed without opening them again. "There. About twenty meters away. They're walking, not running. And, Max? They aren't as heavy as erasers would be." He added, opening his eyes again.
I puzzled over that thought, but was interupted by the rustle of a bush. In a reflex motion, I shoved Angel and Gazzy behind my back. They both grumbled in complaint, and peeked out from behind my to see what was coming.
"Three..." Iggy murmured, "Two..."
I exchanged a worried look with Fang. Actually, I was the only one looking worried, because his eyes were like pieces of coal. Very emotionless coal.
"Three."
And then they stepped into the clearing.
Sorry, none of the other chapters will be this short, I promise.