"Oh it's not the sky water I'm concerned about." Rinkus said, glaring down at her as he flew. "I just want that old flyer back there to chase me into it... and then we'll see what comes next, yes?" he asked, chuckling again as he increased speed and altitude.
"Blast it all, Rinkus! Don't do this! Stop this at once!" Pterano called after him, flying higher as well in order to keep up. Strangely enough, there wasn't much wind accompanying these clouds, and the skywater hadn't exactly started yet either.
"This isn't good. The young one is in grave danger if he keeps heading skyward like that." the male Rainbow Face said to his companion.
"We'll just have to HOPE that the Executor has good aim..." the female muttered, looking up to the menacing clouds.
"She's managed to get him to act but... I don't think the Council is in agreement with this course of action." the male went on.
"Of course they aren't, but the current rift has allowed for some confusion to reign... and a breakdown of orders." the female commented, huffing a little as they ran alongside the gang. "Even if he receives a censure for it later, there's nothing holding him back at the moment."
Looking back to the overcast heavens, the male shook his head. "Don't miss, Executor. We'll... discuss this later."
As if in response, several resonant booms could be heard coming from the sky, almost like thunder. White light could be see flashing from behind the clouds, but the noises came together in succession. BOOM BOOM BOOM
Following rapidly on the heels of the echoing roars, bright red lights could be seen, which soon materialized into three falling rocks. They cut through the cloud cover, all ablaze from head to tail, and began whooshing down into the valley.
"Flying rocks!" Littlefoot called out his warning, noticing the blazing balls of fire as they hurtled earthward. One, the lead-most, broke apart, and became five or six small fragments, and they safely sailed over the heads of the gang, impacting around the edge of the valley in tiny, explosive bursts.
"What in the flying...!" Rinkus moved aside as the second fireball streaked about two hundred yards away off to his right. "What sort of storm does THAT?!" he asked, starting to panic as a third one loomed up in his sight. He dove a bit, his tail arcing up and then following suit as he cleared the path of that one.
The second one impacted about middle of the Great Valley, and though it started a small fire, it was putting off way more smoke than it was flames. The smoke was intermingling with that from the smaller ones that had hit before, and causing general panic and chaos around it.
The third one went off somewhere to the gang's right, causing a great burst to leap into the sky, throwing up fragments, smoke, and firebrands. Littlefoot skidded to a halt, his tail almost flinging him further as that took longer to stop. "Oh my gosh! What's going on!?" he asked, looking about him, and then back at Ducky.
Pterano, too, had paused, and was looking around, realizing the danger the children were in on the ground. He looked back and forth from the gang to Ducky, and his heart raced as he realized he'd have to make an unpleasant choice. "Devon!" he called. "Go to the children! Make sure they find cover! Ask one of them about the evacuation routes if necessary but..." He was interrupted as three more booms sounded out, and three more fireballs broke the cloud cover. "I don't believe it!" he breathed. "Go! I'll take care of Rinkus! I'll join you as soon as I can! Be careful!" he said, giving his "son" a nod before he flew off, once more in pursuit of Rinkus, who was screaming his lungs out as he noticed the three new fireballs.
"What is going on!?" the pink flyer exclaimed as he again adjusted course, unaware that both Pterano and now Tero/Chomper were gaining on him, his speed slowing down as he moved to weave a little bit.
The three new flying rocks all split this time, breaking off into small flaming brands, and all started impacting around the valley. Miraculously, not many were hit in this fusillade, but some were unlucky to wander right into the impact zone. Choking black smoke was starting to spread everywhere, coming off from the smouldering rocks. "Maybe... maybe we should head for an evacuation route!" Littlefoot said, starting to cough from the smoke, his eyes watering up. He looked at the rest of the gang for answers, and noticed Chomper wasn't with them, as he was still with Tero, but Littlefoot could barely see them at this rate, the smoke was gathering in intensity. "Guys? Maybe we should try and head out of this smoke!" he shouted, coughing again. "Harper? Can you maybe see where the smoke is less dense?" he asked, his neck not anywhere near long enough to rise against the choking blackness. "You can try and lead us, is possible!"
