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THE BLUE FEATHER
The Pterodactyls quickly proved that they were tenacious and
fierce fighters. The two closest dinosaurs were easy targets for
the archers to attack.
“TTTTHHHHUUUUUUDDD!!! TTTTHHHUUUUDDDDD!!!!”
The many arrows struck deep into the heavy leather-covered
muscles of these first flyers of the skies. The other two reptilian
birds were lucky enough to be standing behind not only the front
two dying Pterodactyls, but sheltered by the bony and half-eaten
carcass they were devouring. Survival in this harsh environment
had trained their reflexes to be lightning quick. Their featherless
wings beat rapidly at the first signs of danger. They turned away,
and by the second running step they were airborne. They didn’t
look back to see their brethren turn, and in fits of despair, used
their stout beaks to try and pull out the embedded arrows. They
didn’t see the two grounded Pterodactyls attempt to charge at
the small group of human warriors. Even mortal wounds didn’t
seem to stop the two enraged beasts from coming beak-to-face
close to stabbing the humans with their sword-like long beaks.
Finally, in desperation Bardala had to resort to using her special
powers to hold the Pterodactyls back by a force field, while the
other archers pumped the two bodies so full of arrows they
looked like oversized, grotesque porcupines.
“RRRAAACCCKKK!”
They crashed into each other in their death throes and died.
“Wow! I thought