Bruised Peacocks part one
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians
Author's Notes: my first arc of one-shots. Peacock might end up a little one-dimensional though.
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That... sounded like a cannon. Jack wondered if the army was doing drills, drifting closer to the ground. Jack yelped as a net caught him from behind, sending Jack crashing several feet before he managed to flash freeze the vine made net. Just as he freed himself, he hit Earth. Sent tumbling and rolling head over heels into the dirt, Jack yelped as he collided with a tree. Moaning, Jack clutched his head. He tried to blink the dizziness and black vision away and regain his bearings. He still had enough presence of mind to knock on the wood of the tree three times, the way to alert Bunny of any sign of danger.
"Well, well, well," Leaves crunched as someone hauled Jack up into the air by his shirt, choking the Winter Prince, "If it isn't the new baby Winter Sprite."
Gasping for air, Jack managed one slurred word, blinded by his tearing eyes, "Whhooo?"
Chuckling, the bully dropped the boy, kicking him into the tree again, "My name? You don't know? My you really are new. It's-"
"Peacock!" Approximately 200 lbs of furry covered muscles growled, knocking away Jack's assailant with a powerful blow. Bristling defensively, the Easter Bunny stood in front of Jack protectively, "Leave Jack Frost alone."
"Why do you care!" Peacock shouted, wiping away the blood on his now split lip, "He's a Winter Spirit! He kills nature! Hardly worth the attention of any spring spirit except to teach them their place!" Jack flinched as Peacock snarled.
"What was that?" Bunny asked, deceivingly calm. But... Aster's boomerangs were missing...
Peacock shrilled as the boomerangs knocked him down. Had he not been a spring sprite, the blows would have crippled Peacock's legs. As it was,
"Spread the word, Bird," Bunny spat, knowing Peacock despised the term, "Hands off of Jack. He's under my protection." Feeling viciously vindictive, Aster created a tunnel, sending Peacock into the middle of an Alligator swamp.
Turning around, Bunny tucked his boomerangs away, kneeling to help Jack out, "You'll alright Jack?"
Jack nodded even though he was clearly not doing too well, all scraped up and bruised. "Yeah..."
Bunny sighed, frowning slightly as he shook his head, "Anything broken?"
"Don't think so. Just bruises." Jack coughed.
"Come on then, lets get you back to the warren." Bunnymund scooped up the young shape shifted Pooka and tapped the ground to open a tunnel home.