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THE BLUE FEATHER
which they were using to tear apart a large Norrin tree. As they
were still unnoticed, Bardala and Tital crept forward, searching
for the right spot to take their shots. Closer and closer they crept
to their hungry prey. The wind was blowing in their faces, so
they knew these young Gigantoraptors could not smell them.
When they were thirty meters away, Bardala and Tital both
prepared to shoot their first arrows. At the very last second,
Bardala stepped on something in the low underbrush.
“CRACK!”
Went the small branch, and then chaos ensued. They both
looked down to find a baby Gigantoraptor with its overgrown bill
lying on the ground in front of them, mad as it could be over
being disturbed.
The startled and angered baby started screeching at full
volume.
“Rrrraaaack! Rrrraaaack!”
Immediately, the now fully alerted parents were running at
full speed towards their hunters. Tital was now wondering who
was hunting whom. He and Bardala fired their bows.
“SssssOOOOOOch! SsssOOOOOOOch!” Sounded the first
pair of arrows, as their razor-sharp broadheads drove into the
upper breasts of the first pair of Gigantoraptors that were
charging towards them.
“Split up!” yelled Tital, as he ran to the right. “I’ll take the
ones on my side.” Both hunters had another arrow in the air
within the count of two. As the second set of arrows brought
down two more Gigantoraptors, the last pair launched
themselves into the air, and at first veered away. The pair was
rapidly gaining height with each powerful beat of their awesome