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I grabbed a clump of snow.
I felt the hard surface of a small rock underneath the wetness.
I patted together a snowball.
The hooded man approached, running fast. I still couldn’t see his face.
I aimed, taking a step back.
Throw!
The snowball struck the man in the face, but he kept running as it if didn’t faze him.
A rock to the face would have stopped anybody.
But not him.
I balled my fist.
Allegra pulled me out of the way.
A loud shriek like a missile descended from the sky.
A falcon zoomed at him and tore at his black hoodie.
Destiny.
She shrieked as she ripped her talons into the hoodie, pulling it and flapping her wings.
But the man kept running, letting his hoodie rip, exposing only more black clothes underneath.
“Sis, raise up!” Darius cried, a fireball on his fin
