NOTE: ONG SO SORRYYYYY. Also so sorry for how short it is. i got out of my Wild Kratts funk for a bit, so i sorta forgot about this story, im SOOOOO Sorry! welll, enjoy!
Chapter 13
They all let out battle cries, and the fight began. The stage was set, and the audience became unbiased and roared with wild excitement, cheering on whomever they wanted. The blues charged forward.
Martin dashed in front of Donito, who tried to freeze him with the pose beam. He shot furiously and missed a bunch.
"Too slow!" "Missed me by a hair!" "*blows raspberry with eyes crossed while wiggling hands mockingly*" "Come and get me!*shakes butt tauntingly*" "What kind of old man are you?"
Donito growled and his eye twitched at that last statement. He went to fire again, but soon realized that his pose beam was gone. He looked wildly, dumbfounded as to where it could possibly be, then looked up and gasped as he saw Marteen gliding above him, holding up the remote while sticking her tongue out at him. She violently smashed it onto the ground, using her full body to do so.
"Oops, hand slipped." she stated innocently while putting her finger on her lip. Donito cried out in frustration.
Meanwhile, Donita pointed her pose beam at Kris.
"Not another step, Kris Kratt." she said menacingly. She stood there for a bit, then smiled and charged forward. She shot the beam and it stopped her clean.
"I warned you, are you stupid or something?" she hissed out in confusion, however, all was revealed as Chris slammed her hand, causing the pose beam controller to fly out of it, and he used his increased jaw strength to completely obliterate it. Then he did the same to the pose beam itself, and freed Kris.
The two backed out into eachother, defeated. Donita snarled, beaten.
"You may have won the battle, Kratt brothers and sisters, but we'll win the war!" she cried out, and with a hasty escape, vamoosed out of there in the red jet. They then re-landed, and called to the two sidekicks, who were supposed to fight, but had gotten distracted by a weird looking bug on the ground. The two lunkheads merrily skipped over and hopped in. The jet fled from the stage.
The brothers and sisters both released the animals. They got to their final destination of the day, and smiled as they said their goodbyes to the father cheetah and his cub. The cheetah parent chirped happily, and bounded away.
The two groups took care of the preparations for departure, and as Martin was about to board, Marteen grabbed his shirt. He turned to her, surprised.
"Erm... Thanks.. For what you said back there..." she murmured, uncharacteristically quiet and embarrassed.
"Nah, no trouble! I couldn't just leave you there, stranded! Plus, even though I didn't really know your pain, I still felt offended somehow..." Martin said, seemingly trying to explain his thoughts and feelings. A smile crawled onto Marteen's face.
"Either way, thanks Martin." she concluded, cheered up. Martin smiled, though his face turned a bit pink, the awkwardness finally hitting him as a late reaction.
"Anytime, me!" He informed with a laugh. Marteen laughed as well, boarding the ship. Chris perked up, looking at his brother.
"What were you two up to?" Chris asked, with a suggestive, sly tone.
"Be quiet, you."