Sar/Gifted's gifted 2.0

[Neon]

"No, I don't imagine you have. I'm new here." I say, standing up and dusting myself off. I stand at about 6 feet tall, and look older than I am. "Who are you?" I ask quietly

[FoxTrott]

I nodded, jogging quickly along behind Sparrow. She knew her way around this place, and I wasn't about to lead, even if the directions were simple.

"I don't doubt that everywhere's gonna be scary, tonight," I replied, giving a small shiver, "Just that one world domination thing was enough to let me know that you've got one creepy mind..." I couldn't help but grin at a small thought. "What if we met our WD selves? That'd be so neat!"

[Sparrow]

I crack a smile,
"As long as my WD self has her medication then yes. I'd like to run into them."
I look up to the moons for a moment in thought.
"If you hear anything, even at a distance, please tell me. I may know what it is. Most of my ideas, even predators, make some kind of sounds even while hunting. And it's not dark enough for some of my ideas to be out thankfully."
What Fox said gets me thinking...
Are there any zombies out here? o.o'

[FoxTrott]

I grinned, now unable to think of anything but meeting myself. I'd finally be able to confirm my theory of my existence being similar to Chuck Norris'; if there were two of us and we met, the world would explode.

"I got'cha. 13's a soldier, she can protect us anyway." I jerked my thumb back to the young lady. She yawned.

[Sparrow]

I glance back halfheartedly.
"That's good I suppose."
I look forward to the path again as the stream turns.
"How many can she take on at once? Just wondering."
I was concerned at how 13 would fair against a pack of animals such as Flowerwolves or Viperbirds. I was hoping we'd run into neither, but for safety I wanted a guess.

[FoxTrott]

13 puffed out her chest when Sparrow looked back at her. She scowled when the other god addressed her creator instead of herself.

"Well," I began, but was quickly interrupted when the soldier ran ahead and placed herself between me and Sparrow.

"I can take on an entire team with one hand tied behind my back," growled 13, "A whole battalion of gifteds and aliens, all at once!" She drew her sword with a flourish, the katana making a shing! noise as it was drawn.

[Sparrow]

I watch 13 carefully when she steps up. Not trusting this character at all. I nod,
"That's good then. We might just make it to the city after all."
I sigh and look away from 13 and back to the stream.
"However... I wouldn't keep that out," It glance to the katana.
Her having it out made me uncomfortable, but there was another reason.
"Some things will be attracted to the sheen of it."

[FoxTrott]

I bit my tongue. Even though she was my creation, she was fairly unpredictable. I stepped to the side, letting her and Sparrow have their room.

13 glanced down at her black-bladed weapon. The light reflected off of it, giving the metal a dim sparkle in some places. "Whatever's attracted to it, I can handle it." Nonetheless, she re-sheathed the weapon and crossed her arms.

"... let's just get going," I murmured.

[Sparrow]

I nod,
"Oh, I don't doubt your abilities."
I make it sound real, though I'm not certain. But I figure giving a stroke to her ego may prevent a conflict later on.
After a few more steps I stop abruptly, staring ahead.
Did I just see something?
I watch the brush ahead carefully. It could of been the wind. But I could swear I saw that bush move.
Behind Fox, around five feet or so, another bush rustles as a flash of color dashes into it from behind.

[FoxTrott]

13's eyes seemed to cloud over for a moment. She gave a thin frown, but otherwise didn't further respond to Sparrow. I ran into said friend when she stopped, my glasses sliding down my nose.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pushing the frames back up. 13, with her hand on the hilt of her sword, whirled around to face whatever was behind us.

[Sparrow]

*Crrr-Cry*
Is the sound that rattles chirpingly from the bush 13 faces.
Hearing it causes all the blood to drain from my face. I freeze in place for the moment.
In the bush is another rattle followed by a repeat of the sound. Then a small thing pops out of the bush's top. What appears to be the head of a small bird with shimmering dark green feathers and a red hooked beak pointing upwards. It tilts to the side, watching 13, the rest of its body being hidden in the bush.

[FoxTrott]

From Sparrow's reaction, I didn't want to look around and see what it was. I just froze by her side, my hands stuck firmly in the pockets of my sweater. I gripped my mechanical pencil. If worse came to worse, I'd have to shank a bitch.

13's hand tightly gripped the hilt, her knuckles nearly white. She stared down the bird with her slightly-unfocused gaze.

[Sparrow]

The bird's head bobs up and down playfully, from the look of it it may have a long neck, similar to a turkey, but by head size smaller. It's bobbing seems to be an invite to come investigate it closer.
I hesitantly glance back only to freeze again after spotting the thing.
Oh, why did I ever have to think that up? x.x

[FoxTrott]

13 took a few steps closer towards the bird, ready to draw the blade at half a moment's notice. The look in her eyes was one of morbid curiosity.

I whispered to Sparrow, not looking back, "What is it?"

[Sparrow]

Aw crud., pops into my head seeing 13 approach the bird. That's exactly what it wanted. To trick prey to come in closely.
The bird seems to chirp excitedly for a few seconds before going silent. It sways side to side with its gaze locked on 13.
I try to answer Fox's question, but find it difficult to even speak under the stress. But from the way the bird was moving I could tell it was about to attack.
"V-Viper...Bird." I manage to squeak out in reply.
Then I force out a warning for 13,
"13! Look out!"
Just as I say this the bird lunges forward, aiming it's beak for 13's neck. The bird's neck now shows it's much too long for a bird of its size. And the reason why would be seen soon.