((Yeah, though at least we have around three still actively participating, not counting myself. Was waiting to see if anyone else came in, but I suppose all we can do is forge ahead.
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I'd say autoing Spike is OK at this point.
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"Alright... then let's go!" Littlefoot said, and climbed aboard the log, deciding to take the lead. Ridge would bring up the rear, and that automatically made Littlefoot feel better about it. The log was definitely sturdy, and he had no troubles walking across as Pterano had stated.
"That's it! Doing well!" Pterano called, smiling widely as he watched the children begin to cross. He tensed up a little as Spike seemed slide for a second, but quickly righted himself as he kept going. "Phew..." the flyer sighed. "I hate to say it, but I'm very uncomfortable with them being on that log. I know it's sturdy, but there's hardly any other way. I didn't want the adults distracted after all, and I'll be keeping an eye on them for as long as..."
He was interrupted by a rather loud screech which split the skies, a flyer's shriek emanating from somewhere up above. "What in the world!?" he asked, looking above him as a streak whizzed by and slammed into Littlefoot, causing the longneck to cry out in surprise as he suddenly found himself knocked over the side, airborn, as he went toppling into the waters below.
For a moment, the longneck was surrounded completely by rushing water and bubbles, unable to see as he began choking on the deluge. Breaking his head above the surface, he spluttered as he tried to paddle and get his bearings.
Pterano was suddenly struck in the side as well, and went bowling over onto the grass, another flyer having crashed right into him. A group of them circled overhead, most of them Sierra's type of flyer, having pointed teeth. Picking himself up, Pterano shook his head as he glimpsed a pink ball crumpled on the ground beside him. "Mr. Rinkus!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing!?"
"I swear I had nothing to do with this!" the hapless pink flyer shouted, getting roughly to his feet. "They just started chasing me! They're crazy!" he yelped as the sharptoothed flyers squawked and dove from overhead. Several of them made for Pterano's group, while yet another attempted to dive bomb Ridge.
"Help!" Littlefoot called, having been caught in the current and pushed further downstream. The longneck was looking around, trying to spot Cutter in the turbulent waters. He knew that Cutter wasn't the greatest of swimmers, and would need assistance as soon as he could manage it.
"Oh no! The children!" Pterano gasped, spreading his wings and taking to the air. He set off after Littlefoot, an angry screech from his side causing him to turn and narrowly avoid one of the screaming flyers. "What is the meaning of this you rogue!?" he demanded angrily as the flyer took a snap at him with his teeth. He knocked into Pterano's side, and Petrie's uncle struggled to stay aloft and fight off his attacker at the same time. It was as the two were grappling that Pterano noticed something... odd about the eyes of his opponent. Like Sierra's, the eyes were yellow... but unlike his eyes, there was a red ring around the iris. Most unusual...
"Come on, Devon!" Norton said, and took to the sky after his father. "We've gotta help dad and the kids!"
Rinkus watched from the riverbank, wringing his tail nervously as he scanned the skies, looking for any signs of... her. She had led the flyers... and had told them to kill him when he'd wandered into their formation. He couldn't see her though, and decided to run behind a rock, nearly tripping as he did so.
Behind him, hovering in the sky, was the female flyer that Pterano had been so taken with earlier. She smirked as she watched the scene unfolding below her.
((I'll leave it up to you Mama's Girl what happens to Ridge.
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