Russet's anger was inflamed by this sight. His crop swelled to twice its usual size. His words came out, harsh and coarse. "I can't believe anyone would do this," he said, staring at a bloodied hatchling's body, twisted and contorted on the ground.The quick scouting birds of Cement’s gang arrived at the scene of the battle. The gang pigeons were gone. They looked about, aghast. It was a terrible scene. Speedy shook his head sadly. Broken egg shells, blood, and feathers were scattered everywhere. Along with the carcasses of pigeons, many of which had been their friends. The scout group spread out to look for survivors.
Nickel had come along. He stared forlornly at Blizzard. His idol, shattered. He saw the pigeon lying beside him, the glass razor talon somehow aimed for Blizzard's bloodied breast even in death. "Serves 'her right," he squeaked in a broken voice, a voice filled with a mixture of hatred and grief.