CHAPTER THREE
His arms swinging wildly through the air, Beams grabbed a handhold in the cliff face and came to an abrupt halt. His shoulder burned under the stress, at least until he found another handhold and a foothold for him to put his feet. Even then, he still clutched tightly against the frozen rock, shivering violently under the powerful gust of icy cold wind that blew through at that moment.
Above, Beams could hear the howling cries of whatever had just attacked him and his friends. He heard more screams and cries, followed by what sounded like Mr. Space’s sound blaster going off and what might have been Shade’s shadow blades cutting through flesh. But between the howling wind and the war cries coming from everywhere at once, Beams couldn’t hear much else. He could barely even he
