Post by mildofthewild on Jan 30, 2021 21:13:58 GMT -5
SLAM!!
The otters body freezes before falling limp, the swirls of its eyes marking a clear indicator that it was down for the count and that this was not a regular opponent.
It's partner almost seems to scowl as it leaps back on to the bank, arms spread as it holds two clam shells aloft.
Up in the air, the three others keep their cool, one motioning at Zyna and wiggling its paw, eliciting a series of nods from the others as they begin "paddling" towards each other...
Two link together, one holding another by the back paws. Another grabs on and begins spinning in the air, faster and faster, building up momentum. One rotation, two, three, four; the spinning turns to a blur as they continue to spin, before one launches from them like a bullet. Whiskers press flat against a fuzzy face as they soar after Zyna...
Meanwhile, on the ground, the lone otter smirks at its opponent. Swiftly, it cuts one of the clams across the surface of the river, kicking up a screen of water before two things soar out: the clam shells!
Spinning like razor blades, both cut across the river in a wide arc, aiming to reconverge on the amazon and catch her in the side. An easy counter, for sure; maybe they really were just dumb animals after all.
Of course, the sudden appearance of an otter bullet speeding through would come as a shock...and it was aiming right for her! What a nasty trick, keep her busy and then go in while she was defending!
Cmoon, shoo!
Willo was having no such luck as the otters kept watch over the patch of jungle she had decided to hide out in. Any time she attempted to slip away, one otter would simply pull her back, almost chattering like this was some sort of game! What utter bullies!
If I don't get out of here the jig'll be up! I gotta get back to Zyna, she can pulverize these little fuzz balls...
Willo let's out a squawk as one otter pulls once more on her tail feathers, the new Kiwi body of hers puffing up as she flaps her (useless) wings in its face! The otter simply cuffs her head, the blow sharp enough to leave her dizzy as she walks about, much to their amusement.
That's it! I'm not getting bested by these little critters!
Willo takes a look around for anything that could help her escape, any advantage she might have in her smaller form...before eyeing a hefty looking fruit hanging quite precariously up above the tree they were under.
That could work...
The otters body freezes before falling limp, the swirls of its eyes marking a clear indicator that it was down for the count and that this was not a regular opponent.
It's partner almost seems to scowl as it leaps back on to the bank, arms spread as it holds two clam shells aloft.
Up in the air, the three others keep their cool, one motioning at Zyna and wiggling its paw, eliciting a series of nods from the others as they begin "paddling" towards each other...
Two link together, one holding another by the back paws. Another grabs on and begins spinning in the air, faster and faster, building up momentum. One rotation, two, three, four; the spinning turns to a blur as they continue to spin, before one launches from them like a bullet. Whiskers press flat against a fuzzy face as they soar after Zyna...
Meanwhile, on the ground, the lone otter smirks at its opponent. Swiftly, it cuts one of the clams across the surface of the river, kicking up a screen of water before two things soar out: the clam shells!
Spinning like razor blades, both cut across the river in a wide arc, aiming to reconverge on the amazon and catch her in the side. An easy counter, for sure; maybe they really were just dumb animals after all.
Of course, the sudden appearance of an otter bullet speeding through would come as a shock...and it was aiming right for her! What a nasty trick, keep her busy and then go in while she was defending!
Cmoon, shoo!
Willo was having no such luck as the otters kept watch over the patch of jungle she had decided to hide out in. Any time she attempted to slip away, one otter would simply pull her back, almost chattering like this was some sort of game! What utter bullies!
If I don't get out of here the jig'll be up! I gotta get back to Zyna, she can pulverize these little fuzz balls...
Willo let's out a squawk as one otter pulls once more on her tail feathers, the new Kiwi body of hers puffing up as she flaps her (useless) wings in its face! The otter simply cuffs her head, the blow sharp enough to leave her dizzy as she walks about, much to their amusement.
That's it! I'm not getting bested by these little critters!
Willo takes a look around for anything that could help her escape, any advantage she might have in her smaller form...before eyeing a hefty looking fruit hanging quite precariously up above the tree they were under.
That could work...