“Ender! You’re going to get killed!” Chenoa cried, wrapping a wing around her friend.While Chenoa was facing Leif, something slammed into her side, knocking her talons away from Atlantis’ neck.
Ender rolled awkwardly over and stood up, standing in between the SeaWing and Chenoa. “No.” He said resolutely, his voice wavering. “You’re not going to kill him.”