One came right at me. I ducked and slammed both fists into its belly.
WWHUMP!
He fell down.
“Rrroooooooaaar!”
Jake! With outstanding speed and agility he leaped forward. The force of the seven-hundred-pound Siberian tiger slammed two more Yeerk warriors onto the ground.
FWAAP! FWAAP!
Ax. Fighting alongside Gafinilan, he was even more amazing than usual.
A wolf’s howl!
Trotting away from a fallen Hork-Bajir.
“Tseeeer!”
Yes! Tobias. A howling Hork-Bajir clutched the red mess that had once been his eyes.
Rachel. Wrapping her trunk around a Hork-Bajir and …
THUWUUUMP!
Tossing him somewhere into the gloom.
This was too easy. Something …
More! Another five, ten warriors descending on us.
Jake ordered.
I said.
I dodged left. Slipped into the shadows.
A moment later, leaped out onto the back of a Hork-Bajir. Wrestled him to the ground.
Before I could get to my feet, my victim’s buddy brought his elbow blade down onto my shoulder.
It went deep.
FWAAP!
Gafinilan!
I said, wrenching the detached blade of the now incapacitated Hork-Bajir from tendon and muscle.
he replied.
I swear if the guy had a mouth he would have been grinning.