Chapter 31 Trouble

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Griffin POV

I move out from under him and fly so I'm able to land on his back. I shift my front paws into talons and grip onto Soren's scales. Soren flies quicker and then we see Conall struggling beneath an electrified net.  "There, look the net is attached to those boxes" E says.  Soren banks, curls in his wings and I have to grip tighter as we dive towards the boxes.  "Soren, don't use fire" I say as it would alert them that there was another dragon.

He understands, hovering just above the boxes. I'm the one that jumps from his back and crushes the boxes with my large paws.  I then fly back onto his back.  With the net, now not being electrified anymore. Conall breaths out fire.  Burning the net and the people trying to peg the net down.

As Conall cloaks himself again, Soren roars out fire.  All the vehicles blow-up, some jumping feet in the air at the intensity of the blasts.  I see a man squatting with another kind of box. He seems to be trying to talk into it. I fly off Soren's back, I open up my large beak and then toss him in the air, stomping on the box he had a hold of.  As he falls back down, I open my beak and chomp on him.

Then let him fall and hold him with my talon, while I rip him to shreds with my powerful beak. Then I leave him and look about. "Fin, move aside, I'll turn what is left of him to ash" Soren says.

I move and he lets out a small stream of fire, that burns away what is left, of the man.  We then hear a noise that sounds like whirling.  "Chopper, Soren in case they can see us through heat seeking googles or something.  Hide then as it passes, toast it" pop says.  We fly to a small group of rocks, shifting back and hiding between them.

We push our backs into the rock and are hidden a little by the natural rock over hang.  The noise gets louder as it flies nearer.  Fin waits until the chopper has flown over the rocks. He then careful eases out.

"Now" pop links, I stay hidden as Ethan runs and shifts, while cloaked and spits fire up towards the chopper. It explodes in the air with a mighty bang.  One person dressed the same as the men we've just killed.  Jumps out an open door.  He too is toast, before he can hit the ground.

"We need to go in the direction it came from, to see if there is more of them" pop says. I run out and shift as Soren flies over the rocks.  "Are you alright pop?" Ethan asks.  "Thanks for coming to my rescue.  They must have wondered about me and then prepared for me.  After what I did 19 years ago. We'll have to find away to deal with their new tech" pop answers.

We fly about 200 feet apart and search the ground for others.  We find them in a small private airstrip some distance away from the city itself.  Conall dives down raining fire on all buildings, while Soren torches all their vehicles and the runway.  No-one manages to get out, before the metal structure they were in, has been melted and reduced to nothing.

We then fly back to the hotel.  Only we have a problem, we can't remember which balcony we jumped from. They all look the same. Then we see a bright yellow pair of small children's underwear tied to the balcony rails.  I feel Soren's and Ethan's laughter, before I hear it. "Pop, this way" Ethan chuckles as Soren flies towards the balcony.  We have to shift as we come in so we can fit on the balcony.  We move aside as pop also shifts and lands.  The door is opened and dad is there with robes for us all to put on.

He pulls pop in for a hug "what happened, I just felt your fear" he asks.  Then Ethan and I are pulled into Ryker's chest.  Kieryn clinging to his back.  I stroke Kieryn's hair.  "We are alright" I assure him.  Ryker checks us all over before hugging us again. Then he hugs his pop.

"Let me get a drink then we can explain to you what happened" pop says patting Ryker's back. Dad still has a hold of his other hand.

Ryker gets everyone drinks, and we sit in the sitting room, all very close to each other.  Kieryn is now in Ethan's lap, stroking his hand.  With his much smaller one.  Dad and pop are sharing a comfy chair and we are sitting on the couch.

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