Demonic: Don't own, never will.
Iggy: You got that right :D
Max's POV
The sand was burning hot under my bare arms, sweat trickling down my forehead and mixing with the salty blood tracing its way down my collarbone. Easy Max, you know what you've got to do. Be a diplomat...as best you can.
I sucked in a dust clogged breath, craning my neck to the side to look up at my attacker, a boy around my age (Psh, right Max, you're now, what? A thousand some years?), his dark hair hanging around his face in sweaty strands. Fang was behind him, holding him in a stranglehold, his face a mass of rolling black clouds.
"Drop. The. Knife." he growled, tightening his hold to the point that the boy turned blue. The blade rolled to the sand, stopping a few feet away and still within reach. I rolled to my feet, glaring at the girl that was beneath me suspiciously as I scooped up the knife, dancing on my tip-toes.
Fang threw the guy (Who looked like he could be the girls twin.) to the ground, moving to be by my side. Ah, my loyal lieutenant, always there. I give him a quick smile, giving him the signal for u and a. Hey, don't give me that look! I'm not running away, just taking a tactical retreat until we better know who we're facing...Yeah, that's it.
The girl gratefully accepted the boy's help, cradling her left arm gingerly, her face twisted with pain. "Bitch," she snarled under her breath, face a deathly white beneath the glaring sun. "Come on, I can take you!" she barked, making as if to attack me and Fang. The boy, however, intervened, grabbing her in an iron grip.
"Not yet, Katniss, we need the others help." he whispered, backing away slowly from the two of us. "We had best leave them be, they haven't attacked us yet..."
Right, because we're the heroes! I mentally sigh, rolling my shoulders and releasing my wings, tossing myself in the air, pulling Fang after me, though he seemed to want to stay. To fight, I guess, frowning with disapproval.
"Don't miss us to much!" I call to them, waving and sticking out my tongue.
"Don't act like a child, Max," Fang mutters, giving the two the 'bird'
I glare at him, but I know he knows that I don't mean it, if the slight curve of his mouth was anything to go by. So...hot...must resist his...charisma...must...not...attack! A full blown smirk decorates his face as he leans closer...and flies in the opposite direction.
"JERK!" I shout, heading to regroup with the rest of the flock.
Demonic: An update, finally, whoo *major sarcasm* Katniss's POV next time.
InuYasha: Hit the road.