B35C10 - Wing Broke

Tennant took a wild swipe at me. Missed. I shot toward the ceiling. Turned to follow Rachel to the doorway. Only ten feet away!

WHAM!!

<Aaaargh!> I hit the carpet beak first.

<Marco!> Rachel screamed.

One of my wings was broken, bent completely backward. I could feel one of the long wing bones popping through the skin.

"Fool of an Andalite," Tennant gloated. He kicked the huge dictionary aside and scooped me up in his sweaty palms. "Taking on such a weak morph! I admire your courage, but I'm afraid I will have to kill you just the same!"

<Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!>

Rachel dove for Tennant's head. Feetfirst, she dug her claws into his hair.

"What the . . .?" Tennant growled.

<What the . . .?> Rachel shot upward, away from Tennant's swinging hand.

Still holding his hair.

William Roger Tennant dropped me.

I hit the floor. The pain! My body was crushed. Every breath was pure agony. Vaguely I was aware of Rachel fluttering just over Tennant's head, his ponytailed toupee in her talons.

"Give me that!" Tennant screamed.

<Marco!> Jake shouted. <Are you okay?>

<I'm roadkill in here.>

<Rachel, lead Tennant into the hall!> Jake shouted. <Marco, demorph! Do you hear me? Demorph!>