Chapter Ten

Max's POV:

Previously: "You can't fight us all, Maximum." The lead Eraser told me.

I felt more than heard movement in the tree's behind me.

I smirked at the leader. "When have I ever fought Erasers alone?"

I heard the Eraser behind me get up, and I knew that I had half a second before his claws would sink into my back.

At the same time I had four Erasers coming at me from the front. I figured now would be a good time to give the signal.

I made a fist behind my back with two fingers out, and made a snipping motion.

The Eraser was an inch away from me when Nudge pounced on him. Iggy landed on the one to my left while Fang took out two Erasers at once. I moved towards the next one.

Gazzy and Angel jumped out of the trees, and the others turned to follow when their Erasers were down. We faced the Erasers as one, and they weren't looking half as cocky as they had been with the wizards.

It seemed like the flock had a reputation.

But the Erasers didn't retreat, because that would be too simple, and God forbid anything was ever easy.

The Erasers lunged for us, trying to overcome us by all attacking at once.

I did a round-house kick and hit an Eraser's jaw, making his head snap back. Another grabbed me from behind. He twisted my arm behind my back, pulling the muscles until-

Pop. A cry of pain was caught behind my gritted teeth.

I pulled my dislocated arm from the Erasers grasp. I turned to punch him. I kicked him in the stomach and before he could even let out an "Ooph" I kneed him where it counts and left him crumpled on the ground.

I walked over to the nearest tree, dodging the Eraser that Gazzy had just tripped up.

I took a deep breath and rammed my shoulder against the trunk. I grunted as it popped back into place, leaving a dull ache.

I recovered just in time to dodge to the left. Claws raked across the bark of the tree instead of the back of my neck.

Another round house kick and that Eraser was out cold. I looked around. All of the Erasers were either unconscious or on the retreat.

"You won't win every fight, freaks!" One threatened as he ran towards the park entrance.

Pot calling kettle, anyone? I picked up a pinecone and threw it at his head. He stumbled and increased his speed.

"Report." I called.

Fang and Angel were scratched up. Iggy had a bloody nose, Nudge's lip was swollen and Gazzy had a gash on his arm.

Compared to the four or so unconscious Erasers on the ground, we were in pretty good shape.

Harry slowly walked up to us. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, seemingly at a loss.

"What the bloody hell was that?" One of the wizards said.

I looked to see a ginger haired boy running up to stand next to Harry. The girl quickly followed.

"How in the world did you manage to do that?" She asked us with wide eyes.

A man came up to us then. "Are you hurt badly? Has anyone been bitten?"

"Erasers don't usually bite." Nudge told them. "Their strategy is more of a 'claw you to pieces' one." She said it as if this fact should be comforting to them.

"Er-what now?" The red haired boy asked.

"Um." Harry said. The rest of the wizards gathered around. "Guys, these are the people I told you about. The ones who moved next door to the Dursley's."

"If they're muggles then how did they know what those things were?" Another red haired boy asked.

"And how were you able to fight them?" His twin added.

"Because they're not normal." A voice said from the trees.

I looked to see the lead Eraser leaning against a tree trunk. Blood was trickling down the side of his face, and when he straightened up he was favouring his left leg.

"That blow to the head must have rattled your brain." I said to him. "This is the part where you run away with your tail between your legs."

The Eraser smirked. "He did say that you could be rude."

My eyes narrowed. I knew he was playing with me, trying to get me to take the bait. I refused to give him the satisfaction. Luckily, someone else took the bait for me.

"Who?" Harry asked.

The Eraser's smirk widened. "Oh, someone who knows all about Max. Someone who's going to help take the flock down."

He looked over his shoulder, and someone stepped from the trees behind him.

I stared at the new arrival, and he stared at me.

I tried to make sense of what I was seeing, at the same time my mind was trying to reject it.

Because it was impossible.

The flock stood frozen. Dead silence engulfed the park.

The quiet made my whisper sound like an echoing cry of pain…

"…Ari…"

Did anyone see that coming? :P

This is another chapter dedicated to Philomena! Without her threats this story wouldn't be moving at all.

How was the fight scene? I'm not too confidant with them, so tell me what you think.

Review! :D