Oh, that's because we're needed
elsewhere, Saffa.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Damn the Luck!
While the contingent continued with their search (with Sakki heavily supervising Rotiart, who began to snivel), the rest of the RAFians were on alert. They knew that the leprechaun was going to come after his gold. It was only a matter of time.
Saffa was on a leisurely afternoon flight as a red-tailed hawk. She was enjoying it, but then her eyes caught a flash of emerald green emerging from the forest. She knew right away it was the deranged, dwarf-like leprechaun. She dived and landed of RAF's border.
Cloak was already there, his cloak blowing and billowing in a most spectacular and impressively, as clouds began to gather darkening everything. But the darkness was no barrier to Cloak's feline eyes, and his face held no emotion -- but it hardly ever did.
On either side of him two shapes were getting bigger and more defined. Abby was becoming a Buglizard and Underseen was becoming some bizarre creature like a distorted, miniaturized Arceus. Looming behind Cloak soon thereafter, was a particularly testy-looking Vicetopus -- Saffa.
Then, soon thereafter, all the active RAFians lined up at the perimeter. This line of force would have intimidated anyone. Dino even roared, simply to complete the effect.
But, like Avers Ice, this leprechaun seemed to have been suffering from gold fever -- although the bloothirstiness was a part of his personality beforehand. The leprechaun wrung his hand greedily, giving a slight hiccup.
"Me gold's here," he said, in a rather sociopathic way. Apparently, he had a more severe case of gold fever than Avers, presumably with prolonged exposure to the mites. "Gimme me gold. Gimme. Gimme!
Gimme!
GIMME!!"
"No," Cloak said, the wind still playing with his cloak and carrying his voice.
"It's mine! Gimme me gold!"
"It's a biohazard of gold mites -- or at least was." Cloak said, his tone cold and hard. He folded his arms with contempt. "I suppose we should be disposed to be sympathetic to the gold fever you're suffering."
Then his glare intensified, as he continued, "But you slaughtered innocent people without remorse."
"They
weren't innocent," the leprechaun spat, hiccupped, and finished, "they were thieves!"
<You have no proof of that.> Noelle said, having elected to remain Andalite.
"Everyone else who
breathes are either thieves or --
hic --
potential thieves!"
"All-or-nothing thinking," Wild muttered in his wereferret form.
"Now --
GIMME ME GOLD!!!"
Then the attacks begun. Only the attacks from the female RAFians came
anywhere close due the leprechaun's innate probability manipulation.
"Okay, this isn't going to be as easy as I thought," Blue muttered.
