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quivers full of arrows at their feet. Scotty smiled at Jingo and the killing began anew.
With the weight removed, Vring flew out of the forest nimbly dodging the trees until he came out into a clearing and gained altitude. He flew directly to the central mountain next to their land and landed next to Zreeg just below the snow line. Bleath came flying in and demanded, “What are you doing?”
“Our friends are close to being overrun. They are short of these weapons. I must take more.”
Zreeg looked at Vring and saw he was weary, but kept his silence. Bleath said, “I forbid you to do so.”
Vring looked at his father and said, “I gave an oath to the four armed two-leg’s mate that I would help him return or die trying. Would you have me dishonor my promise?”
Bleath said nothing. Vring grabbed a load of quivers in his talons and looked at his father, “How can we not face the danger our friends are confronting? Even if I fail, the effort must be made.”
Bleath looked at his only child and said, “You have earned my honor this day.”
Vring felt his heart swell, then he lifted and glided toward the giant forest below.
Scotty and the archers had filled all available space around the giant tree with dead Torg. It seemed the Torg knew that this was where the fight would be won or lost, and the massive herds began moving toward the tree. They started pulling dead bodies away from the trunk in earnest. Scotty looked up, saw Vring approaching with more arrows, and realized the small Zord was barely able to stay above the lower trees. Vring dropped his load and then it happened. His weak wing gave out and he fell out of the air into the trunk of the Ging being attacked by the Torg. Scotty yelled, “NO!”
Jingo looked at him, then turned and saw what he was seeing. He saw Vring holding on to the trunk with his talons and saw the Zord was weak; he was starting to slip down the trunk. He saw Scotty grab four quivers and run toward the injured Zord. Jingo yelled at Scotty, but knew there was no stopping his friend. Jingo grabbed six quivers and ran after Scotty. The attacking Torg saw the injured Zord and began leaping up the mound of dead surrounding the trunk. Scotty arrived and scampered up the mound just as Vring fell from the trunk beside him. Scotty shot the first six Torg climbing the mound. The first had gotten within six feet of Vring when it suddenly stopped its climb, stared at the Zord with a dead expression, and fell back into other climbers with an arrow jutting out of its head. Ten Torg were knocked off the mound as the Torg fell back into the mass below. Jingo arrived right behind Scotty and they saw the thousands of Torg filling the three pathways leading to the tree’s base. The giant herds of Torg left the other trees to join in the attack where the Zord had fallen. The archers defending those trees sent half their number running to the new attack. They grabbed as many quivers as they could carry and ran to join their friends.
Vring stared out into the thousands of bellowing Torg filling the pathways on each side of the tree, pulling at their dead to open the path. He looked out over the forest and saw the huge piles of their dead at the other trees surrounding the nesting ground. He could see the thousands of newborns still in their nests, instinctively refusing to leave without their parents. He looked at the two standing beside him fighting to save his life. He found an inner peace and knew that his family had found new friends that would make a difference, if not now, then later, in saving their babies. He watched it all and hoped to share his vision if he survived this fight. He forgot his wing, he forgot his suspicions of the two-legs, he marveled at their amazing skill with their weapons, and he knew if he survived he would have children of his own one day.
Now there were four hundred archers on the mound, and the Torg were being killed a hundred
With the weight removed, Vring flew out of the forest nimbly dodging the trees until he came out into a clearing and gained altitude. He flew directly to the central mountain next to their land and landed next to Zreeg just below the snow line. Bleath came flying in and demanded, “What are you doing?”
“Our friends are close to being overrun. They are short of these weapons. I must take more.”
Zreeg looked at Vring and saw he was weary, but kept his silence. Bleath said, “I forbid you to do so.”
Vring looked at his father and said, “I gave an oath to the four armed two-leg’s mate that I would help him return or die trying. Would you have me dishonor my promise?”
Bleath said nothing. Vring grabbed a load of quivers in his talons and looked at his father, “How can we not face the danger our friends are confronting? Even if I fail, the effort must be made.”
Bleath looked at his only child and said, “You have earned my honor this day.”
Vring felt his heart swell, then he lifted and glided toward the giant forest below.
Scotty and the archers had filled all available space around the giant tree with dead Torg. It seemed the Torg knew that this was where the fight would be won or lost, and the massive herds began moving toward the tree. They started pulling dead bodies away from the trunk in earnest. Scotty looked up, saw Vring approaching with more arrows, and realized the small Zord was barely able to stay above the lower trees. Vring dropped his load and then it happened. His weak wing gave out and he fell out of the air into the trunk of the Ging being attacked by the Torg. Scotty yelled, “NO!”
Jingo looked at him, then turned and saw what he was seeing. He saw Vring holding on to the trunk with his talons and saw the Zord was weak; he was starting to slip down the trunk. He saw Scotty grab four quivers and run toward the injured Zord. Jingo yelled at Scotty, but knew there was no stopping his friend. Jingo grabbed six quivers and ran after Scotty. The attacking Torg saw the injured Zord and began leaping up the mound of dead surrounding the trunk. Scotty arrived and scampered up the mound just as Vring fell from the trunk beside him. Scotty shot the first six Torg climbing the mound. The first had gotten within six feet of Vring when it suddenly stopped its climb, stared at the Zord with a dead expression, and fell back into other climbers with an arrow jutting out of its head. Ten Torg were knocked off the mound as the Torg fell back into the mass below. Jingo arrived right behind Scotty and they saw the thousands of Torg filling the three pathways leading to the tree’s base. The giant herds of Torg left the other trees to join in the attack where the Zord had fallen. The archers defending those trees sent half their number running to the new attack. They grabbed as many quivers as they could carry and ran to join their friends.
Vring stared out into the thousands of bellowing Torg filling the pathways on each side of the tree, pulling at their dead to open the path. He looked out over the forest and saw the huge piles of their dead at the other trees surrounding the nesting ground. He could see the thousands of newborns still in their nests, instinctively refusing to leave without their parents. He looked at the two standing beside him fighting to save his life. He found an inner peace and knew that his family had found new friends that would make a difference, if not now, then later, in saving their babies. He watched it all and hoped to share his vision if he survived this fight. He forgot his wing, he forgot his suspicions of the two-legs, he marveled at their amazing skill with their weapons, and he knew if he survived he would have children of his own one day.
Now there were four hundred archers on the mound, and the Torg were being killed a hundred
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