"A chicken?" it shrieks. "You're the beast, pink pig."
With that it slashes at Raph's chest with its wing.
Abigail, crouched on the ground where she'd just found the bow and quiver of arrows, gives a bloodcurdling yell and throws a rock at its head. Then she calls "Raph!" and tosses the bow and arrows at his feet.
He'll have a better shot. Plus, the Stormwing is likely to be distracted by the way she shouts, jumps up and runs for it, sword held over her head, bobbing with her stride.
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With that it slashes at Raph's chest with its wing.
Abigail, crouched on the ground where she'd just found the bow and quiver of arrows, gives a bloodcurdling yell and throws a rock at its head. Then she calls "Raph!" and tosses the bow and arrows at his feet.
He'll have a better shot. Plus, the Stormwing is likely to be distracted by the way she shouts, jumps up and runs for it, sword held over her head, bobbing with her stride.