Gazzy's POV
After the initial shock wore off, I did a quick once over of the newcomer. Dirty, obviously caucasion(Big word) shoulder length, tangled, messed hair. Bright greenish-blue eye's that were filled with terror. Looked around 12-13 years old.
I let my guard down as she approached, looking a little bouncy. After a side glance, I could tell Iggy knew she was getting closer. "Attack, stay?" I mumbled under my breath, hands curling into fists.
"Attack. Go for it." Was his reply. "3 o'clock?" I tapped his wrist in a 'yes', signaling he go straight to. I took a breath, closing my eyes for a moment. 3. 2. 1- I opened them to see Iggy already dashing towards the confused stranger. Of course.
Stranger's POV
Lost. That's my story. I was chasing after a running experiment when I was attacked by Erasers. It seemed believable. Bt that's not why I'm here.
Early upon arriving to the Bird-Kids home, I saw the Blind one and the, ehem, Gas one. I actually wanted to hesitate to go anywhere near the younger one, not wanting to be blasted, but I had too. So I went to explain my whole 'story' when the Blind one attacked me. How he knew where I was, I don't know. Doesn't matter. But my insstincts kicked in right about the time he kicked me in the face.
I grabbed his leg, twisted it so he tripped up, then took flight. Without a running start, it was sorta hard to get past hovering. But I accomplished it. Only to get punched in the jaw by the little one. Where had he come from? The irony taste of blood filled my mouth, only to be spat out. Ew. I whipped around to deliver the same blow, but the tall one hit me hard on the shoulder, causing a spin around. I was getting my butt kicked.
My Master told me that this 'Flock' was easy to beat. But, alas, like all he spoke, it was lies. These guys obviously had experience, which I lacked. Well Hell-ios.
Immediately, I turned and delivered a hard pnch to the Blind guy's stomach. Only to feel my wings being slapped together in a not-so-nice fashion. Only now did I realize I had been hovering, so my fall wasn't that bad. Just a scraped face and a bloody nose. Obviously, I landed on my stomach.
I was about to hop up to counter when someone had a foot to my back. Not a good position to be in, since it's easily lethal to your head. Which protects your brain. Which of course keeps you alive. And now we're back to lethal. Okay? "What are you doing?"