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(It’s like, all greyish. I agree that’s a nice avy)
General One-Toe, who’d always looked beat up, looked helplessly mutilated now. She seemed so small and scrawny in a pile of her own bloody feathers, wing flopping over her one-toed foot.
Too think she had been so terrifying. So powerful. Now, humbled.
She was always better off dead. And yet I’m saving her now! As long as Cement would, Russet would too. He dove towards the General and was tackled by a gang member with razor talons. Russet had no weapons of his own. It wasn’t right to bring them to a Meet unless you were a lieutenant.
Russet tumbled to the roof. The other bird was on top, standing on his chest.
The bird lifted his leg and slashed towards his jugular.
Russet flapped his wings enough to deflect the blow with his primaries. He squeezed his eyes shut and the bird’s beak jabbed him painfully on the eyelid.
He began to roll over as his enemy raised his talons again.
Cement abandoned all efforts to protect One-Toe or distract the hawk and flew at Russet’s opponent, bowling him over onto the roof. She slapped him with her wing before he could get his bearings and pecked at the feathers on his head with her beak, managing to grab some skin. She shook her head viciously, still wing-slapping her victim, who could barely use his razor-talons in his position.
Dusty, having vanquished his last opponent, flew at the next, slashing at his breast with the shards of glass tied to his toes. When the other pigeon flew backwards and faced him, Dusty felt his heart drop. It was his brother, Spruce, who had joined Suliver’s gang. The two stared at each other for a moment before Spruce let out an angry coo and flew towards Dusty, razor-talons out.
Shard wing-slapped pigeons from the roof, not able to fly well enough to fight them in the air. “Come down here and fight me, you cowards!” She screeched.
Where is Moonlight? Shard wondered, trying to locate her through the cloud of birds.
Cloud, the very hawk who had almost succeeded in killing the General, stood still, not sure of what to do. He was told to kill the one-toed pigeon. But they hadn’t been very specific on what else he should do. He considered flying away right now, but he wasn’t entirely sure whether the one-toed pigeon was dead yet or not.
As Cloud was thinking, a dove-grey pigeon flew at him, trying to cut at his eyes with her razor-talons. He screeched and flapped his wings, in the air again. He grabbed the pigeon with his talons and tore her crop open, ending the life of the ever-so-loyal Rikka.
Cement’s opponent finally fled, and she ran to Russet’s side. “Are you okay?” She asked quietly, worried eyes scanning his body for injuries. She took a moment to glance around. Members of her gang were dropping fast. She felt a deep well of despair rise up in her chest. Where are the gulls?