Thread:YingHe/@comment-38701854-20190730010025/@comment-36159587-20190730012415

And Hitan was regretting not confiscating the pickles in the first place; he felt like Helen had that percentage change of being weighed down from all the stray ones she ate when she thought he wasn't looking.

Not that he'd ever tease her about that; the girls in books usually got really peeved when it came to weight and overeating. Then again, he was pretty sure they weren't in a book, and his friend wasn't like many of the female characters he read about.

For some reason, he hadn't activated his wings yet, though the disks on his back conveyed his nervousness. He considered flying up with Helen and then just flying away, but he saw multiple long-ranged weapons that he was pretty sure was aimed towards hunting down bird-like creatures. Unfortunately, him flying made him a bird-like creature.

Besides, the last time he'd carried someone into the air, his wings had nearly ripped, and he did not want that. The last "someone" was a five-pound deity, and so that said more about the situation and how durable his wings were in the first place than anything.

They were hesitating, though. Why? Hitan tried to think of the best way to use that to take advantage of that. One usual option would be to surrender, but that didn't help against people wanting to kill them. Another was to just act, but if he and Helen didn't act at the same time, one of them would likely be injured, and Helen was more vulnerable at the time than himself.

Perhaps to pretend to be defenseless was a better option, or to pose such a big threat that their attention was focused on him. Hitan relaxed slightly, trying to calm himself.

His wings could bludgeon people, he recalled, and he walked slowly towards Helen, in a defensive stance. He wasn't fit for close-combat situations; next time, they would likely be better off getting some weapons or guns, or something.