Oops. Forgot the disclaimer the last chappie, so I'll put it here.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own the Flock. Don't sue me. I have never owned James Patterson's characters, and will never. Okay?
Half an hour later, we exited a local restaurant, full and ready to fly. I was excited. I mean, I've never flown except in airplanes and in dreams...
I continued thinking as we turned down an abandoned road that presumably lead to a large clearing of some sort. Fang stiffened beside me. "Can you fight?"
"Not really. Why?"
"Them."
I looked in front of me. Erasers, about fifty feet from us.
"Crackers. Maybe I'll be able to since Max can fight them..."
"No. U and A with the younger ones ASAP."
Iggy asked, "Erasers?"
"Yeah."
He sighed. "Alright, here we go."
By that time we had met them, and a full-fledged fight ensued. Iggy and Fang kept telling me to fly, but I wouldn't listen. Nudge was holding her own against a smaller Eraser, and Gasman and Angel were already gone. One was headed straight toward me, growling.
I let him get real close, then ducked as he swiped for my neck. I came up with my fist to the underside of his chin. As he recoiled, I kicked his stomach, but he grabbed my leg and twisted it. I fell on purpose, and when he let go of my leg to stand over me, I rolled out of the way. He tripped over my legs and also fell, his arms flailing. I saw Nudge take of before his claws raked across my face. Iggy heard the fall and my gasp. He turned to me. "Rachel, what's... FANG! She's got an Eraser on top of her!" He kicked the monster in the back of the neck, then rolled him off of me.
He extended a hand, which I could barely see, and I grabbed it gratefully. He pulled me up just as an Eraser clawed him in the back. His face went pale and he staggered. "Ooooh..."
On instinct, I caught him and ran as fast as I could, away. "Fang! Come on!" I shouted. He saw me and tore himself away from combat with two of the beasts. We both took off, me still carrying Iggy.
We caught up with the others in the air. Without a word, I turned south. Everyone followed me.
After about five minutes, Iggy regained conciousness. "Uhhh... Fang?" he asked. "It's Rachel," I replied, "at your service, sir."
He grinned weakly. "Thanks. For everything. Can we stop anytime soon? My back is killing me."
"Yeah, soon. We gotta find a place to land first."
Fang pointed to an island in the middle of the lake we were traveling over. "That'll work."
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LE GASP! What's going to happen to Iggy? Is he mortally wounded? #laughs# I know I'm being dramatic. But review, and I'll update.