As Petrie's wings beat in the air, the flyer soaring high above his friends as they desperately sought an escape, he caught a familiar voice yelling below him. Guido?! Jerking his head down, Petrie's eyes widened as he saw the familiar blue shape gliding directly underneath him - in all the panic, Guido must have missed seeing him. He... what's he saying?! As Guido's voice drifted up to him, Petrie realised the words were completely meaningless, a jumble of sounds that meant absolutely nothing. Why no...
Petrie's heart jolted in his chest as, far below on the ground, he saw Chomper fall, and one of the sharpteeth - no, Littlefoot! - run back to help him. As he watched in horror, Littlefoot dragged Chomper into a nearby bush, attempting to hide from Topsy. But there was no way the huge adult hadn't seen them. He had to do something...
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Guido could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he saw the threehorn thunder closer and closer to the sharpteeth's hiding place. "There! In the bushes!" he yelled down, pointing even though Topsy wouldn't be able to see where he was indicating. Is... is one of them Chomper?! No. No, that couldn't be. Why would he do something like this? Shaking his head, Guido drew in a breath to shout again... and felt it die in his throat as from above him came a piercing, grating screech.
Before he had a chance to react, Guido was almost buffeted out of the air as a dark shape shot past him, a blood-streaked blur shooting almost vertically down as - Guido gasped - it made straight for Topsy. Even as he watched in shock, Guido heard it shriek again, a terrible, bloodthirsty scream. "Watch out!" he cried.
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Petrie couldn't pay any attention to Guido as he darted past him - all his attention was focused on the huge wall of muscle and rage that was closing on his friends.
"Please stop! Please! It's us!" he screamed desperately, but Topsy paid him no attention. No! Nononono... He had no other choice. Gritting his teeth, Petrie continued to dart through the air - and slammed directly down onto Topsy's head.
Wheezing as the air was forced out of his lungs, he flailed his arms about as he desperately tried to hold on, using his body to obscure the threehorn's vision. Even as he attempted to keep his talons out, preventing them from doing any damage, Petrie felt their razor sharp points slashing the adult's flesh. Me sorry, sorry- "Littlefoot! Chomper! Go... run!" he croaked desperately.
Petrie tried to hold on, but soon he felt his grip start to tear free. Crying out, he let go and pushed himself upwards, taking to the air once again. He couldn't see if his two friends had been able to escape during his attempted distraction - he could feel his battered, aching body starting to give up. He wouldn't be able to keep going for much longer.