Rescue

V whimpered at the suggestion, struggling futilely. Stretch pulled back his arm and got ready to hurl V into the exhibit.

All of a sudden, there was a bright flash and Stretch’s arm was frozen solid.

He gave a yelp of pain and collapsed holding his hand.

V slid out of his frozen grasp and fell onto the floor safely.

“Whose there,” said the fat crook, turning around.

His hand burst into a flaming ball of fire.

The skinnier one created a small whirlwind in his hand.

“Show yourself.”

In a blur, the fat Flamer’s face was collided with a skinny elbow and he was down for the count.

As he fell back, the bag he was holding flew out of his grip and dangled precariously over the raptor’s pit.

“No,” V said as she lurched to grab it.

Just in time, she caught the bag with half of her body over the edge of the pit.

The Wind man seeing the opportunity, flung the tiny tornado he held at V.