"They seemed mostly focused on Slade and I," she said, chewing her lower lip for a long moment. "If we transformed again, we'd probably be able to draw them back out."
They'd all been walking while they talked, moving away from the firepit they'd dug, and what could generously be called their campsite, and Shara wondered for a moment what their ultimate destination was going to end up being. Before she could think too long about just how she, Slade, and the rest of the Animorphs were going to be able to make it back to the time and place they'd come from, another spaceship appeared over their heads.
Jake called for the rest of the Animorphs to scatter, while she and Slade transformed and flew up to engage whoever was attacking them now.
The sudden sense of herself, approaching from behind, made Shara chuckle almost involuntarily.
(Rachel, is that you?)
(How'd you guess?) the younger girl asked, as the pair of them flew up to met this new spaceship in the air.
(Cassie wouldn't have done something like this,) Shara said, feeling more than a little amused, if morbidly so, to have Rachel here by her side like this.
Something like this would have been entirely too dangerous if they'd all been back in the time they'd come from: Darkon would have sensed them even if they hadn't been transformed. With her and Rachel both in the armor that the younger girl had copied from her, the sense that Darkon would have had would have been all the stronger. Doubly strong, naturally.
Still, for the moment, she, Rachel, and Slade were currently the strongest, most powerful beings on the planet.
~MM2~
As Shara cut her way into the ship that might have otherwise started attacking them, Rachel reached out to grab the hull of the ship in front of them. Ripping through the metal skin of the ship, Rachel found herself laughing as the metal in front of her tore like tissue paper. Sure, she'd seen how powerful Shara was, those few times she'd caught glimpses of the other girl fighting, but she hadn't known just how it felt to be that powerful.
The only thing Rachel could really compare the feeling of being Shara to was morphing into the bear she'd chosen as her main combat morph. Still, even that didn't compare to how Rachel felt now that she was actually wearing the armor, herself. Turning, just as something fired some kind of beam at her, Rachel found herself laughing almost involuntarily as nothing at all happened.
(Rachel, hold it together,) Shara said, and Rachel found herself wondering why the other girl seemed so worried.
It wasn't like there was anyone here who could actually stop them.