“Ugh,” said Iron Angel, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet. “What was that …”
Dennis sighed in relief. “Oh, Mr. Iron Angel, I thought you were dead. Glad to hear you’re all right.”
Iron Angel suddenly looked over at Dennis in alarm. “Kid, stay away. Don’t come even one step closer.”
Dennis froze, one foot out, because he had been about to walk over to Iron Angel and try to help him. “Why? Are you hurt? Don’t you need help?”
“Because whoever shot me out of the sky is probably still around here,” said Iron Angel as he struggled to his feet. His wings must have been heavier than they looked, because he seemed to be having trouble standing because of his right wing. “And if they’re willing to attack me, then they are probably more than willing to attack a kid like you.”
“Got that ri
