Pterano sputtered, noticing that Cutter was under the water. He seemed to be attacking Fang. Fang was that impertinent sharptooth from before, wasn't he? Pterano couldn't clearly recall, but he tried to float on his belly now as best he could, so that Chomper could stay afloat, seeing as how he'd grabbed onto the flyer's tail. Pterano could only hope that the sharptooth didn't bite down to get a better grip!
"Blasted current!" Pterano choked. "My wings aren't exactly meant for paddling, after all." he muttered, doing his best to "swim" with them, though not really doing much more than dfriting along with the current, which was starting to pick up in speed now. There was a dull roaring in his ears... something that was deeper than the rush of the river. "Mr. Threehorn!?" Pterano asked, surprised to see him here. "What are YOU doing here? Aren't you with the other group? And they're NOT my minions, for your information!" Was the threehorn switching sides? Had he decided to go with Pterano's group instead? Or was he just checking on Pterano because he didn't trust him?
Norton had landed, but was immediately bowled over by the pink flyer who had seemingly started all this. "Ooof!" he cried, landing hard.
"Watch where you're going!" Rinkus growled, trying to move behind Norton now.
"Where I'M going? You're the one who... hey!" he cried, stepping aside to narrowly avoid a flyer dive bombing him. Norton slammed his fist into the backside of the flyer... rather hard. "Get lost! Crazy whackos! And what about you? You too much of a coward to fight?" he demanded of Rinkus angrily.
Hyp meanwhile had pushed his way down to Cera. "Out of the way, sharptooth!" he said to Fang, brushing by him. "Hey! Hatchling!" he called to Cera. "Need some help?" He picked him up, and hefted her onto the shore. "There! Jeez! You're heavier than you look!" he said, smirking down at her. He then bared his teeth, wound up his arm, and socked a flyer square between the eyes. It crumpled into the river, not moving.
Rinkus had taken off from Norton's combat zone, and had started following Pterano downriver. "Mr. Rinkus... if you wouldn't mind!" Pterano shouted, spitting out more water. "I could really use a hand!"
"Um... not sure you have time for that!" the the pink flyer responded, gulping. "You're about to fall! Falling water up ahead!" he panted, pointing.
"What!?" but Rinkus was right. There was indeed falling water... white foam and a sheer drop lay ahead of them. "Hang on, children! We're going for a bit of a ride!" he shouted as his body was suddely in freefall. He immediately spread his wings, and did his best not to roll over and dump his passengers off. Catching an updraft, the older flyer beat his wings, struggling to stay aloft with both Littlefoot AND Chomper on his back.
"Was that really Cera's dad back there?" Littlefoot asked, clutching Pterano's neck for dear life.
"Well..." Pterano said through a hoarse voice. "I do believe so. I hope he's not trying to spy on this group! Come on! Let's get back there and take stock!" Flapping his wings, and he turned around and began heading back in the direction he'd come, hoping to drive those flyers off and make sure everyone was safe.