Author's Note: Hey. The story's back. Sorry it took so long, but as I'd said in that last author's note, I had no interest in it. I'm going to be finishing this story now though. The chapters may even be longer. And since I've had more schooling in how to use proper grammar, it may even be better written. I can't guarantee it'll be any good, but at least it'll be done.

CHAPTER 11

Nico and Pedro waited a few moments before making their move. Pedro flew straight toward Jane's captors, staying in the blind spot the twin canaries shared. He noticed Jane look at him then continue fighting like she hadn't seen him.

'Smart kid.'

Pedro thought smirking. 'She even knows to keep this attack quiet as long as possible.'

Right after that thought, Pedro slammed all his body weight into the birds. With neither having seen it coming, they went flying farther than Pedro'd expected, but it was better than he'd hoped. Their moment of stunned shock and slight pain gave him the necessary opening.

Quickly he helped Jane to her feet. "Uncle Pedro?" She squeked, still slightly terrified. Pedro made calming 'shh' noises to help her relax and focus.

"Hey there, Janey." He spoke softly but quickly, knowing they didn't have much time. "I need you to be brave and do somethin' for me. Do you think you can do that?"

"W-what is it?"

"I need you to fly as fast as possible to Rafael's place and get everyone. We may need their help." The cardinal informed in a hard, important-sounding voice. Jane stared for a moment before nodding and taking off. Pedro watched a moment, but the sound of someone moving broke him out of his thoughts.

"Y...you ass!" Thomas shouted. Pedro took a half step back. The yellow bird looked pissed. Pedro knew he had to stay for his and Nico's plan to work, but he was tempted to fly home crying 'mommy' all the way.

Especially when Roderick stood up with a smudge of blood on his face. That was like looking at a white, feathery, demon.

"We're gonna kill you!" Roderick roared. "And this time we won't fail!"

The two big birds were descending on their small prey.

Five steps away...

Four...

Three...

Their wings were extending like claws, their faces contorted in pure unadulterated hatred.

Two...

BAM!

Right as they were about to attack, they were slammed from behind by a small rock.

Pedro removed his hands from his eyes. He'd put them up when his terror started making it hard to look at-er...I mean he put them up as a way of showing his strength. Yeah. He was gonna take them birds down, blind and using only his feet and belly...

Yeah...

Anyway, when he was looking again, he saw Nico standing on the ground holding another rock under one wing.

"Great timing, bro." Pedro huffed out in relief. Nico smirked. Then the smirk was replaced with a frown and he quickly threw himself forward, pushing Pedro to the ground right as a blur of white and yellow attacked the air where they'd been a moment before.

"You little runt!" Thomas was facing them, using his wings to hover in the air. Pedro had a moment of idle thought where he compared the canary to an owl. "You're even deader now than you were before!"

"I wasn't dead before, so does that mean I'm not dead or that I'm about to die?" Nico retorted sarcastically. This made his brothers growl ferociously and move to attack again.

Nico and Pedro quickly ducked and took to the air themselves. Roderick and Thomas altered their course and charged again. Nico tossed the rock he'd grabbed with his foot to Pedro, who caught it and took aim. Nico removed his cap and got into a tossing position.

Then, after an agreed on three seconds, they both threw with all their might at which ever bird was closest to them. After a second of held breath where they waited and hoped their ammo would connect, they got their answer.