𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 || ᶻᵃᵗᶻ

they end

          "Go! Go, go, go, go, go!" Maya urges, before there was a collective gasp as Picchu lifts everyone up and easily tosses them onto the large bird. They're caught off-guard, but are forced to focus once more at the sounds of an impatient growl and a buzz that came from a now-glowing staff.

          The owl was much more prepared, and with one last shriek she takes off running.

          "Colmillo, run!!" Picchu's voice was clear as he keeps up with the cat and owl, and the God of Dark Magic is quick behind them with an annoyed growl. "Come back here, Teca girl!!"

          It was a bumpy, feathery ride as the Prince of Bats sat himself near the front of the owl, still cradling the unconscious goddess as he tries his best to steady his breathing. The poison hadn't fully left him yet, and he knew that he'd be nothing but a liability if he ever attempted to try and fight.

          Maya was sat next to him, holding onto her helmet and staring at you in quiet curiosity. With a quiet voice she asks, "Is. . .is she my sister?"

          Zatz could only nod, adjusting himself as if to give her a better view of your sleeping face. There were scratches left from stray rock and dust from the many explosions since earlier.

          "I thought you said she didn't want to help. . ." The princess whispers, and he could only inhale a breath. He didn't exactly know what prompted you to change your mind either.

          He racks his brain trying to think of something to respond, but he didn't need to when Maya smiles softly. "But I'm glad she did."

          The both of them share a smile, but yelp in surprise when the owl goes through the bumpy terrain. "Picchu, grab Estefan!" Rico's exclamation had the both of them snapping their heads at the noise, scrambling to try and grab hold of the staff before Maya raises a hand. "We got this, hold her!"

          Zatz could only blink uselessly as Maya lightly shoves him away to grab better hold of the wood, but he nods in agreement, only squeezing your shoulders slightly as he looks forward.

          There was a noise of surprise, before the owl shrieks, and Zatz found himself bouncing up and down as their ride did the same. He panickedly turns to look at the source, and finds that it was when Picchu had jumped on to join the rest of them. His heart tightens as he came to a not-so enjoyable conclusion, the selfish urge to wake you up and ask for your help only getting stronger the more the bird struggled to get off the ground.

          "Picchu too heavy!" The barbarian announces, and that sentence isn't given much time to settle when a belt of fire emerges in front of them. Everybody gasps as the owl flies through it, the piercing flames forcing her to crash onto the ground unceremoniously. Your head ended up bumping straight onto Zatz's armor, an audible 'clang!' as he curses and apologizes quickly.

          The owl was quick to regain her balance however, glaring at the sorcerer with so much hate that it made even her passengers shudder. She turns to attempt to fly up again, but there was a barking order from Chivo.

          "Hurry up you useless hunk of junk!" The bird shrieks when she feels something clamp onto her feet, the group watching in horror as one of the twins—either Hurra or Can, they didn't exactly care enough to differentiate—managed to survive your spell. Whoever he was, he looked to be in terrible shape, with black smoke hissing from the surface of his gray, peeling skin.

          "You can't leave us just yet!" Chivo announces proudly, but is shoved to the side by a gust of flames as Colmillo runs past him.

          The goat clicks his tongue in growing annoyance, and sends a blast of magic that hits the cat before he could help with the wind god. Colmillo is thrown, and he lays on the floor motionless as the fire from his eyes fade away. Zatz jolts forward from his spot, "COLMILLO!!"