Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-33229352-20191031043901

If Milo was stressed out before, those levels had easily increased tenfold now. All his bird instincts were telling him to fly, to leave as fast as possible. Not that he would if he could- as abjectly terrified as he was, he wouldn't abandon his friend. But it's extremely difficult for one to be brave when faced with a situation like this. The hybrid was visibly shaking when he responded to Galaxian.

"I don't-- I don't know. I've never seen them before," he said. "I don't think those are Bushbeasts. I hope they aren't Bushbeasts."

One of the obsidian creatures snarled and started to move forward, prompting Huck to lift one of his large paws and smack its head down into the sand. When it came back up, one of its eyes was flickering like a lightbulb, and another hit from the Bushbeast returned it back to normal.