Eight pairs of eyes shot looks at both Me, Mason, and the sky.
"You know the drill," I said. That was all it took to kick everyone into battle mode.
Dessi pulled her bow from around her shoulder. Ange and Gabe stood close together, but with Gabe slightly in front. They had no emotion on their little faces.
Francine had a fierce look on her face. She truly looked like her Panther DNA was taking control.
Theris was facing the woods. I heard him silently calling birds, deer, and even bears to stand-by.
I looked at Mason last. His hazel eyes met my green ones, and he smiled a devious, lets-kick-some-robot-butt smile.
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They landed in a 'v' formation not 50 yards from us. They outnumbered us by about four. No big deal. We've faced more before.
I sent out the silent signal, and seven pairs of wings opened in unison with mine. I felt so proud. The robot army hesitated for only a millisecond, and then regained composure.
"Boo," I whispered.
The fight was a blur. There were punches thrown, and bruises were made, but we succeeded to demolish all but one of the group. The remainder one we chased far into the woods.
"All right," I said," check in."
"Were fine," Gabe said, sporting a black eye and a nasty looking split lip. Ange smiled and then grimaced as she pulled her index finger back into place. She had bruise the size of a softball on her leg.
"Theris and I are okay," Dessi said. Her arm was bent into an angle, and Theris, who looked more or less fine, was wrapping it in a torn piece of fabric. Francine would help her set it later.
Francine.
" Hey now, don't get all worried, I'm fine," she said, wrapping her ankle in a cloth on a near-by log. Her latte colored face had a split running across her left cheekbone.
So we were all okay, but I couldn't shake this bad feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. Huh.