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Paths Crossed
Chapter 3: The Rescue
Max P.O.V.
"How many?" I asked, igniting the flames in my hand, turning my chocolate-brown blood-red.
"Twenty or thirty Flying Erasers, from the South," Zara said, her and Zephyr throwing up their golden-tanned arms and blowing a strong wind in the direction of the oncoming Erasers.
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'That's not mysterious at all.' I thought as the Erasers came into view, struggling againste the twins strong winds. I threw fire in tight spirals at the front of the Erasers, sending down at least ten of the estimated, oh, let's say twenty-eight. "Zara! Zephyr! Phoenix!"
The twins winds swept my fire into the shape of a large, beautiful bird. They pushed it towards the Erasers, who scattered at the sight. The firebird fried about ten of the [insert swear word here] before it sizzled out. There were about eight Erasers left.
"HAND-TO-HAND!" Zara shouted, with that maniac-bloodlust smile on her face, which was mirrored in Zephyr's. I flew in, punched one Eraser, then round kicked and broke his neck. Out of the corned of the eye, I saw Zara and Zephyr were fighting tooth and nail…literally…with four Erasers. Two more attacked me. Punch, block, dodge, snap neck. Repeat. Just as I killed my two, Zephyr shouted, "Max! Look out!"
I spun around and saw an Eraser about to grab my neck. Before I could land a punch, ia knife sprouted from his heart. I looked behind the Eraser.
Floating in the air was a young girl, probably African-American, probably about the twins age. But what caught my attention was something else…
She had wings.