6. Motorcycles
Well that was intense. That was a fight that should go down in the history books. Max was cradling her hand, wincing. Fang was out cold but Iggy and Gazzy were grinning.
"Well, that was an adventure." I offered.
Max had dragged herself over to Fang and was trying to get him up. She finally succeeded by dumping a leftover slushy on his face. He coughed and dragged him self to his feet.
"We need to get out of here!" Max yelled at us. Fang grunted, "I can't my right wing is broken." Max frowned.
"We'll have to drive, then." Max stated. Gazzy, Iggy, and Nudge all groaned. This apparently wasn't a very fun activity. Nudge bashed a window of a nearby van and Iggy hot wired it, some how. Max took the wheel and promptly drove into a phone booth. Now, I see why flying is preferred. Everyone started licking their wounds. It's a figure of speech! We're 2% bird, not dog! Nudge was riding shotgun and Gazzy, Iggy, and I squished into the middle row with Fang sprawled in the back looking really pale.
Then I heard the furious roar of a lot of motors. I looked out the window to see four black motorcycles speeding towards us. Men dressed in suits riding them. Great more super robots! Max noticed them to and snarled.
"I got this!" I yelled and I jumped out of the speeding van snapping out my wings. (Don't try that at home kids!) Once I was air borne I saw that the evil robots were catching up to the van fast. Max's terrible driving was not improving the situation. I dove in feet first smashing a surprised robot off his motor cycle. We both went down in a tangle of feathers and limbs. He recovered first. I tried to roll away but he grabbed my wing. He then cruelly and purposefully snapped it in half. I'm not given to crying but tears of rage rolled down my face. He threw me to ground. But I was mad now. He thought I was incapacitated and turned to his motorcycle to get cuffs. Big mistake. With a roar (that was more like a scream) I jumped on his back and grabbed his forehead from behind. Using my knees as a fulcrum I wrenched back and his neck snapped very satisfyingly. No one had thought to armor the neck. I didn't wait for him to fall. I lifted his motorcycle of the ground and went roaring back to my Flock.