Revenge For Failed Vengeance- a Walsanderson fanfic

The Coming Attack

The hug broke apart. "Wait it out and be prepared," Dani said, "They're coming back. And we're going to be ready to defend ourselves."
"That's... actually a good strategy," Brad replied.
"I've had a dream about this," Gyselvia said softly, "But it was months ago. I thought it was nothing..."
"What can you tell us?" Neil asked.
"You're right about them coming back, Dani. And... they're bringing back up," Gyselvia recalled, "Humanoid creature back up, actually. Snake like faces, fang teeth, demon eyes, pale skin, and they're all very thin but very strong."
"Do you know if they have weaknesses?" Dani asked.
Gyselvia hesitated. "They do. A blow directly to the middle of the stomach will slow them down quite a bit - it hits some sort of special organ they have. And if they try to stick out their snake tongues, grab them - it makes it impossible for them to bite you if you hold it tightly enough."
"So we could stay crouched behind low objects, and if they try to attack we'll use whatever weapons we can find or whatever we can use in here to attack at their stomachs," Barry suggested.
"So... what can we use as weapons in here?" Brad asked.
Neil was already on it. He grabbed a foldable music stand and folded it up, turning it into a dull weapon.
There were drumsticks, amplifier chords, snapped guitar strings which they all knew hurt like a bitch at the snapped end, and bags of spare tuning pegs, which all seemed to also be suitable weapons. Barry wrapped and tied one of the broken strings around a drumstick, with the sharp, pointy end at the top, as a sort of stabbing weapon. He made a few spares of the drumstick weapons.
Soon they all had found things to use to protect themselves; Neil had the folded music stands, Barry the drumstick-guitar string things, Brad a large sock filled with spare tuning pegs that he could use like a bat, and Dani had a solid, non-foldable music stand. Gyselvia had chosen to hide behind a pile of amps and was also crouched on one - she could quickly get to the top of the amps and glide down to attack.
She had never really tried gliding before - it was always looked at as 'another thing that separates us from the humans.' Gyselvia had tried and tried to understand why being different from the humans was bad, other than them attacking her species for it. They usually seemed to accept differences eventually.
However, she was willing to try it to help her human friends- a few of the minority of people who didn't fit what was defined as 'human'.
'They are selfish, bloodthirsty, cruel, and power hungry creatures. They mock diversity instead of celebrating it. They kill their own kind to try and prove they're right. They are worse to be with than the Hunter Snakes,' was what she had always been taught.
She knew her species was kind of biased to write all humans off - but how could you not, when they always mocked and killed your own kind?
......
The band was finishing their preparations for the fight ahead of them. They were trying to sharpen their object-weapons, and practicing using them.
"They're coming soon," Gyselvia whispered.
They all hid behind various items as defence and mentally prepared themselves.
"Remember," Neil hissed, "Nobody hurts Matt."
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A/N: I wrote 'eeeemes' (don't ask, I'm strange) ONCE and now my phone thinks I want to write it after all the dialogue in this story??
After this story I think I want to write either
a) a book on James' backstory and why he went completely berserk over a simple matter of sucking at being a friend
b) a book about Gyselvia's life, which will contain a lot more of the political metaphor I like to slip in here
c) 'Habri's Guide to the Hidden Creatures of Earth' which won't be so much a story as a side thing.
Which do you think I should do next?