Formation! We might as well have been polished and preened with wax on our antenna!
I still don't know how they knew where we were coming in, but they did.
They were waiting - dark shapes that should have been harmless moving in icy communal union, their symbiotic weapons responding to the touch of a black armoured limb. Snouts designed by nature to grub in the dirt, humped skyward and snorted flame.
Fire and venom.
Venom and fire.
I survived, as you see. My fur damaged, my wings scarred.
So, spare some nectar?
(After, THE WEB PLANET)
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