Ank, meanwhile, had struck the bird closest to the couple with a devastating roundhouse blow of his tail—knocking it clean off the aircraft’s broken wing—before completing his spin and seeing that Sheila and the children were under attack. And then he was snarling, snarling and charging—even as the terror bird righted itself behind him and quickly gave chase. What happened next happened very fast, as Ank pounced upon the bird closest to Sheila and the animal behind him swept near enough to beak him just below his armored shell. And then the beasts were tangled up in furious combat, two against one, as Sheila attempted to shield the kids and Williams, his head spinning, his vision blurry, staggered to his feet.
He searched for his rifle quickly and, finding it nowhere, drew his revolver. H
