The footsteps of webbed feet got louder as Blowhole's enemy walked
right into the trap he had laid for him. Suddenly, a black-and-white animal
flashed across the clearing. Skipper came to a stop up against the smooth
gray wall. He then stealthily slid to a small door at the end of the corner in
the desolate
room. Once he got the entry to the अगला area, he cautiously brought his
flipper to the knob. Once he was almost touching it, he quickly grabbed it.
He then turned key to revealing a new territory. Once the wooden portal
was wide open, his foe stepped into range of his trick. The penguin's eyes
widened in a mix of fear and amazement as Blowhole appeared on a
screen before him.
"Welcome to my parlor, कहा the डॉल्फिन to the penguin." He jeered.
"Just tell me where my फ्रेंड्स are!" The flat-headed पेंगुइन demanded.
Blowhole laughed, making his enemy cringe. "Why, they're right in front ofyour face, Skipper!"
Blowhole pressed a large red button on his control panel with his nose.
Suddenly, Skipper's teammates appeared before him. They were chained
up on an invisible brick block; this was a plan Blowhole was quite proud of.
Skipper would never know how to free his crew now.
Skipper looked around nervously, trying to find a way to save his
flightless buddies. He then jumped seemingly as high as he could into the
air. He then kicked a spot in between Kowalski and Rico, and a cracking
sound was heard.
But that's impossible! Blowhole thought angrily. For a hit to be
that strong is unheard of.
Skipper kept striking at the same spot, until finally it broke into two
pieces that fell to the ground. Kowalski was on one alone, Rico and Private on
the other together. Skipper hit Rico's stomach, and out his mouth came a drill.
The way it shone so brightly made it look like एंन्जल्स themselves carved it.
Skipper then delved it into the ghostly red block made of चोटी, शीर्ष soil and cement
that held his comrades captive. The three soldiers got off the ground, and in a
विभाजित करें, विभक्त करें सेकंड were द्वारा their leader's side.
Blowhole clapped unhurriedly. "Impressive!" he said. "Very much so."
"Alright Blowhole," Skipper retorted. "We won this time, fair and square."
Then to his subordinates he said, "Let's get out of here."
"Oh, you're far from finishing this yet, Skipper!" Blowhole
snickered. Blowhole was suddenly appeared before them in reality. He then
pulled a switch on his scooter, and suddenly knives were on the tips of his
flippers. He clawed the side of Skipper's face with a harsh blow. Skipper
grunted; then slapped Rico's stomach. Out came a long, shining sword. Skipper
charged at him, his weapon ready to stab Blowhole's stomach. Right when
Skipper's blow almost pierced him, Blowhole dodged the attack. He then pinned
Skipper to the ground, and slashed the चोटी, शीर्ष of his head. Suddenly he felt blood
leak down his back. Kowalski had stuck a dagger into his poor moisturized skin.
Blowhole let out a growl, then scratched Kowalski's stomach. His cheek was then
slapped द्वारा Rico, making it numb and bruised. Tired of getting so many beatings,
he decided to call his झींगा मछली, समुद्री झींगा minions to fight for him. While they battled
Skipper and his colleagues, Blowhole would leave. His crustacean warriors soon arrived, and they fought with all their might. While his attackers were
distracted, he flew upward in his scrambler, escaping from his own base.
"Coward!" Skipper spat from below.
Blowhole rolled his eyes. He wasn't escaping because he scared, he was
leaving because he could let his soldiers handle it. He might as well save the
time.
He closed his eyes as he flew through the sky. It was so convenient that he didn't have to flap anything; he could just relax and enjoy the wind blowing
in his face. He then looked up at the bright sky that was dotted with fluffy
white clouds. But wait; he suddenly spotted a strange yellow dot moving around
in the yonder. It seemed to be get bigger every second; no, it was soaring
downward. It was soon close enough for him identify what it was; a bird.
"Look out!" It yelled. Now that it कहा something, Blowhole was able to
tell that it was a girl of some kind.
There was a big gash on her left wing; red liquid was rapidly leaking out
of it. She must have been hurt, and her flier was going out of control.
Wham! Suddenly she hit him; he had been thinking instead of moving
out of the way, like he should have done.
The impact of the crash sent him falling toward the ground. Blowhole
closed his eyes, preparing for the incredible pain he'd soon experience.
But to his surprise, it never came. Instead, he felt himself land on
something soft, somewhat feathery, and it tickled his nose, making him
sneeze.
"Are आप okay?" She asked. "I'm uh, Hitori, द्वारा the way. And about hitting
you, it was an accident, and um, I seriously didn't mean to do it. I apologize
sincerely."
That young lady Blowhole had seen before, the one that had accidentally
hit him, had caught him. Saved him. She smiled at him, and he gave
her a rude sniff of disapproval in return. He flopped off her, and crossed
his flippers angrily.
"Thanks a lot," he muttered sarcastically. "You broke the only thing I
could move. Oh, and quite frankly I couldn't care less about what your name is."
Hitori gasped. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "There must be something I
can do to make it up to you."
Blowhole thought for a moment. She had wings; well, obviously. If she
could just take him back to his place, which, hopefully, Skipper and his crew
were no longer at, where he could make himself something else to shift with.
"Take me back to where I live; I should be able to handle things from
there."
Hitori nodded. "Okay, I'll do my best. I injured my flight feathers when I
hit the ground, though. It might be kind of a bumpy ride."
"Fine," Blowhole groaned. "I guess it'll have to do."
Hitori squirmed on the ground until she could get under Blowhole, and
heave him up. Blowhole had to hold on tightly to Hitori. She then made a few
hops, getting ready, and soon they were up in the air. Blowhole had to steer
her in the right direction, as she didn't know where to go. Suddenly Blowhole
noticed he had a cut on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth together. Getting
that bandaged up so that it wouldn't get infected was just another thing to do;
and give him less time to think of evil plans.
After a while, they reached their destination. Hitori let out a deep
breath of relief when Blowhole got off her. Blowhole assumed he had been pretty
heavy; Hitori was pretty small, after all. Blowhole had to slither on the
ground like a snake to move. He went into his home, grabbed a piece of white
cloth from his medical cabinet, and handed it to Hitori.
"Fix yourself up. It's not that good, I know, but for now, it's all I've
got. Just be grateful that I gave आप anything at all. I don't do things like
this for most."
"Thank you," she replied wrapping it around her minor wound.
Blowhole shrugged. The it randomly began to rain. Blowhole slapped his
forehead in frustration; his fortress had no roof. Droplets of water fell onto
his head, and Hitori shifted her talons uncomfortably due to getting wet. The
normally bright इंद्रधनुष glow around Hitori's body then started to become dull. The sky soon became so dark that Blowhole couldn't tell if it was दिन या night.
But he was so exhausted from all the हाल का awkward happenings that he decided
to go to sleep at that time regardless.
Hitori still hadn't left. "Let me guess," he said. "You want to stay the
night here."
"Well, yes." Hitori looked down at the ground in embarrassment. "If I can."
"You may; whatever. You're welcome here as long as आप want, if you
don't bother me, anyway." Hitori didn't हटाइए her head, but her eyes shifted
upward, looking at Blowhole, and a slight smile formed on her face. Suddenly
there was a great boom: thunder. A storm was approaching.
"Now," he continued. "Follow me. Unless आप want to get struck by
lightning."
Hitori followed him as he led her to under a table. It wasn't very
spacious, but it was the only place with a roof.
"Good night," Hitori whispered once they had both settled down.
"Yeah," he replied quietly. "You too." He was surprised that he bothered
to give her any response. He'd normally ignore something like that. He hated to think it, but it was true. He kind of liked Hitori. Well, not really, he just
tolerated her और than most others. At least she didn't annoy him.
Soon it was day, and the thunderstorm had stopped, and there were puddles
dappled all over the floor. The air felt moist, and the scent of nearby pine
trees was much और noticeable.
Hitori squeezed her way out from under where they had taken cover. Her
nose twitched uncomfortably, so Blowhole assumed she wasn't found of the rain
smell that now lingered in this place.
After a few hours of work, Blowhole had made something he could
हटाइए on.
They were just pads he put on his bottom flippers; they allowed him to
float, and were much easier to use than that old thing he had to drive
around. His stomach then growled, reminding him of his hunger. He
hovered over to his खाना supply and grabbed some fish. He'd normally have his lobsters get him his
breakfast, but it was very early, and he'd rather not wake up one of his army
members at this hour, as that would make them tired and bad at work later. He
went into the other room and dropped his meal onto the table. He soon noticed
that Hitori was staring at his eats.
"Have some," he offered exasperatingly.
Hitori smiled and took one. She took a quick, small nibble, and after a
bit of chewing, obviously struggled to निगलना, निगल, निगल संकलन it.
"You don't like it, do you?"
Hitori slowly shook her head with a look of discontent. Blowhole sighed.
"I'll try to find आप something else."
Why does she have to be so picky? Blowhole thought, annoyed and
taking back every somewhat positive thing he had thought about her the night
before. He tried offering her रोटी and even a flower, thinking she might be
और of an omnivore, but she stuck her nose up at both. He was now going to try
giving her an apple, but if she didn't like it either, she'd just have to have
it anyway, because he was sick of going on a wild बत्तख, हंस chase just to find
something for someone he hardly knew.
"Okay, आप better like this." Blowhole handed Hitori the bright red fruit.
He could tell द्वारा the light that instantly flickered into her eyes when she took
a bite that he had finally found something she favored. There was no need to
even ask her if she was enjoying it.
Blowhole spent the rest of the morning दिखा रहा है Hitori his base. His
workers seemed to be pleased with Hitori's presence.
द्वारा the end of the day, Blowhole had to admit to himself that he had grown
quite fond of Hitori. The world seemed to be new to her, as she didn't know
what many things were. He wasn't sure he should ask where she had been all her
years yet, as it could be something she wasn't comfortable with talking about,
but he must admit that he was curious.
A bit before they were going to go to bed, they heard a crash. Blowhole's
eyes shrunk in surprise. The penguins had busted in! Teeth gritted, Blowhole
growled. It was quite unusual for them to come back this quickly.
Skipper ran into the room, but to Blowhole's shock, he wasn't after him.
He was after Hitori.
"So," Skipper snarled, just then noticing that Blowhole was there, too.
"You're after the phoenix as well."
Blowhole blinked. "The what? Tell me exactly what you're talking about
before आप jump to conclusions."
"He doesn't even know what she is," Skipper mocked him, glancing up at his
teammates. "That is a phoenix. आप know, the bird of legend. And she's the last
one; as far as anyone knows, anyway."
"Skipper, maybe we should leave. I don't see why we have to do anything to
her." Private whispered to Skipper. The flat-head slapped him, harsher than
usual.
"Cymric's orders, Private. We're not going against his word."
Private didn't look convinced that whatever they were doing was as important as Skipper described. But he obviously didn't want to argue with his
leader any longer. "Yes, sir." His voice was meek, and he seemed to shrink half
his size.
Blowhole wasn't liking what was going on. It was suspicious. Grabbing a
small word on a nearby table, he rushed at Skipper, and tried to jab him. But
his foe dodged the attack, and hit Blowhole with a blow that made him spit
red liquid out. Something wasn't right here. Skipper was much strong than usual.
Kowalski and Rico had got a hold of Hitori, and Private just watched, a
look of doubt that they were doing the right thing clouded over his face.
Hitori let out screeches of fear as she was restricted. Suddenly, Blowhole felt
filled with rage. He wouldn't stand for these stupid pests constantly after
him, and seemingly others, any longer. He pushed Kowalski and Rico off Hitori
and climbed onto her back.
"I know you're still probably hurt, but at least try try to get us out of
here." He demanded.
"I'll try," Hitori nodded and sounded as determined as he was to leave.
She struggled to stretch out her wings, and then soared upward. The penguins
below them tried to reach them, but they were too high up already. Blowhole
grinned, and narrowed his eyes, at Skipper. He had grown tiresome of him and
his team constantly raiding on him. Little did they know that there were times
he wanted peace, too. Blowhole groaned at the thought of them always
bombarding him.
"I'm going to assume आप know them." Hitori looked at Blowhole expectantly.
"Yeah, for a long time. They're constantly trying to get in my way and stuff."
"I'm sorry." Hitori needlessly apologized, frowing. "They don't like me,
either. Well, we don't really know each other, it's just that their commander
wants me because the drop of a phoenix's blood can give the gift of
immortality." After a pause, she reminded him that he still hadn't let her know
who he was. "Um, excuse me, I hope I don't sound rude या pushy या anything, but
आप still haven't दिया me your name."
Blowhole sighed. "Blowhole," he let her know her reluctantly. Then he
shrugged, realizing it probably wouldn't do any harm.
"Oh, okay." For a couple of heartbeats, there was silence. Then she spoke
again. "Would आप mind if I stuck with आप a while? I'm afraid to be alone,
with those guys we just encountered constantly after me." She admitted.
Blowhole thought for a while. He didn't necessarily want to become
anyone's bodyguard, but he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Hitori. He
almost felt the same way, and with the same pests, too. If he let her tag along
with him, wherever he might go, the penguins would follow them, and he might be
able to destroy them once and for all.
"Alright," he decided. "You may stay with me. But no pestering me. In
fact, I'd prefer आप avoid talking to me at all costs."
Hitori landed onto the grassy ground. "Don't worry, I won't be a burden."
Then, she solemnly added, "I promise."
right into the trap he had laid for him. Suddenly, a black-and-white animal
flashed across the clearing. Skipper came to a stop up against the smooth
gray wall. He then stealthily slid to a small door at the end of the corner in
the desolate
room. Once he got the entry to the अगला area, he cautiously brought his
flipper to the knob. Once he was almost touching it, he quickly grabbed it.
He then turned key to revealing a new territory. Once the wooden portal
was wide open, his foe stepped into range of his trick. The penguin's eyes
widened in a mix of fear and amazement as Blowhole appeared on a
screen before him.
"Welcome to my parlor, कहा the डॉल्फिन to the penguin." He jeered.
"Just tell me where my फ्रेंड्स are!" The flat-headed पेंगुइन demanded.
Blowhole laughed, making his enemy cringe. "Why, they're right in front ofyour face, Skipper!"
Blowhole pressed a large red button on his control panel with his nose.
Suddenly, Skipper's teammates appeared before him. They were chained
up on an invisible brick block; this was a plan Blowhole was quite proud of.
Skipper would never know how to free his crew now.
Skipper looked around nervously, trying to find a way to save his
flightless buddies. He then jumped seemingly as high as he could into the
air. He then kicked a spot in between Kowalski and Rico, and a cracking
sound was heard.
But that's impossible! Blowhole thought angrily. For a hit to be
that strong is unheard of.
Skipper kept striking at the same spot, until finally it broke into two
pieces that fell to the ground. Kowalski was on one alone, Rico and Private on
the other together. Skipper hit Rico's stomach, and out his mouth came a drill.
The way it shone so brightly made it look like एंन्जल्स themselves carved it.
Skipper then delved it into the ghostly red block made of चोटी, शीर्ष soil and cement
that held his comrades captive. The three soldiers got off the ground, and in a
विभाजित करें, विभक्त करें सेकंड were द्वारा their leader's side.
Blowhole clapped unhurriedly. "Impressive!" he said. "Very much so."
"Alright Blowhole," Skipper retorted. "We won this time, fair and square."
Then to his subordinates he said, "Let's get out of here."
"Oh, you're far from finishing this yet, Skipper!" Blowhole
snickered. Blowhole was suddenly appeared before them in reality. He then
pulled a switch on his scooter, and suddenly knives were on the tips of his
flippers. He clawed the side of Skipper's face with a harsh blow. Skipper
grunted; then slapped Rico's stomach. Out came a long, shining sword. Skipper
charged at him, his weapon ready to stab Blowhole's stomach. Right when
Skipper's blow almost pierced him, Blowhole dodged the attack. He then pinned
Skipper to the ground, and slashed the चोटी, शीर्ष of his head. Suddenly he felt blood
leak down his back. Kowalski had stuck a dagger into his poor moisturized skin.
Blowhole let out a growl, then scratched Kowalski's stomach. His cheek was then
slapped द्वारा Rico, making it numb and bruised. Tired of getting so many beatings,
he decided to call his झींगा मछली, समुद्री झींगा minions to fight for him. While they battled
Skipper and his colleagues, Blowhole would leave. His crustacean warriors soon arrived, and they fought with all their might. While his attackers were
distracted, he flew upward in his scrambler, escaping from his own base.
"Coward!" Skipper spat from below.
Blowhole rolled his eyes. He wasn't escaping because he scared, he was
leaving because he could let his soldiers handle it. He might as well save the
time.
He closed his eyes as he flew through the sky. It was so convenient that he didn't have to flap anything; he could just relax and enjoy the wind blowing
in his face. He then looked up at the bright sky that was dotted with fluffy
white clouds. But wait; he suddenly spotted a strange yellow dot moving around
in the yonder. It seemed to be get bigger every second; no, it was soaring
downward. It was soon close enough for him identify what it was; a bird.
"Look out!" It yelled. Now that it कहा something, Blowhole was able to
tell that it was a girl of some kind.
There was a big gash on her left wing; red liquid was rapidly leaking out
of it. She must have been hurt, and her flier was going out of control.
Wham! Suddenly she hit him; he had been thinking instead of moving
out of the way, like he should have done.
The impact of the crash sent him falling toward the ground. Blowhole
closed his eyes, preparing for the incredible pain he'd soon experience.
But to his surprise, it never came. Instead, he felt himself land on
something soft, somewhat feathery, and it tickled his nose, making him
sneeze.
"Are आप okay?" She asked. "I'm uh, Hitori, द्वारा the way. And about hitting
you, it was an accident, and um, I seriously didn't mean to do it. I apologize
sincerely."
That young lady Blowhole had seen before, the one that had accidentally
hit him, had caught him. Saved him. She smiled at him, and he gave
her a rude sniff of disapproval in return. He flopped off her, and crossed
his flippers angrily.
"Thanks a lot," he muttered sarcastically. "You broke the only thing I
could move. Oh, and quite frankly I couldn't care less about what your name is."
Hitori gasped. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "There must be something I
can do to make it up to you."
Blowhole thought for a moment. She had wings; well, obviously. If she
could just take him back to his place, which, hopefully, Skipper and his crew
were no longer at, where he could make himself something else to shift with.
"Take me back to where I live; I should be able to handle things from
there."
Hitori nodded. "Okay, I'll do my best. I injured my flight feathers when I
hit the ground, though. It might be kind of a bumpy ride."
"Fine," Blowhole groaned. "I guess it'll have to do."
Hitori squirmed on the ground until she could get under Blowhole, and
heave him up. Blowhole had to hold on tightly to Hitori. She then made a few
hops, getting ready, and soon they were up in the air. Blowhole had to steer
her in the right direction, as she didn't know where to go. Suddenly Blowhole
noticed he had a cut on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth together. Getting
that bandaged up so that it wouldn't get infected was just another thing to do;
and give him less time to think of evil plans.
After a while, they reached their destination. Hitori let out a deep
breath of relief when Blowhole got off her. Blowhole assumed he had been pretty
heavy; Hitori was pretty small, after all. Blowhole had to slither on the
ground like a snake to move. He went into his home, grabbed a piece of white
cloth from his medical cabinet, and handed it to Hitori.
"Fix yourself up. It's not that good, I know, but for now, it's all I've
got. Just be grateful that I gave आप anything at all. I don't do things like
this for most."
"Thank you," she replied wrapping it around her minor wound.
Blowhole shrugged. The it randomly began to rain. Blowhole slapped his
forehead in frustration; his fortress had no roof. Droplets of water fell onto
his head, and Hitori shifted her talons uncomfortably due to getting wet. The
normally bright इंद्रधनुष glow around Hitori's body then started to become dull. The sky soon became so dark that Blowhole couldn't tell if it was दिन या night.
But he was so exhausted from all the हाल का awkward happenings that he decided
to go to sleep at that time regardless.
Hitori still hadn't left. "Let me guess," he said. "You want to stay the
night here."
"Well, yes." Hitori looked down at the ground in embarrassment. "If I can."
"You may; whatever. You're welcome here as long as आप want, if you
don't bother me, anyway." Hitori didn't हटाइए her head, but her eyes shifted
upward, looking at Blowhole, and a slight smile formed on her face. Suddenly
there was a great boom: thunder. A storm was approaching.
"Now," he continued. "Follow me. Unless आप want to get struck by
lightning."
Hitori followed him as he led her to under a table. It wasn't very
spacious, but it was the only place with a roof.
"Good night," Hitori whispered once they had both settled down.
"Yeah," he replied quietly. "You too." He was surprised that he bothered
to give her any response. He'd normally ignore something like that. He hated to think it, but it was true. He kind of liked Hitori. Well, not really, he just
tolerated her और than most others. At least she didn't annoy him.
Soon it was day, and the thunderstorm had stopped, and there were puddles
dappled all over the floor. The air felt moist, and the scent of nearby pine
trees was much और noticeable.
Hitori squeezed her way out from under where they had taken cover. Her
nose twitched uncomfortably, so Blowhole assumed she wasn't found of the rain
smell that now lingered in this place.
After a few hours of work, Blowhole had made something he could
हटाइए on.
They were just pads he put on his bottom flippers; they allowed him to
float, and were much easier to use than that old thing he had to drive
around. His stomach then growled, reminding him of his hunger. He
hovered over to his खाना supply and grabbed some fish. He'd normally have his lobsters get him his
breakfast, but it was very early, and he'd rather not wake up one of his army
members at this hour, as that would make them tired and bad at work later. He
went into the other room and dropped his meal onto the table. He soon noticed
that Hitori was staring at his eats.
"Have some," he offered exasperatingly.
Hitori smiled and took one. She took a quick, small nibble, and after a
bit of chewing, obviously struggled to निगलना, निगल, निगल संकलन it.
"You don't like it, do you?"
Hitori slowly shook her head with a look of discontent. Blowhole sighed.
"I'll try to find आप something else."
Why does she have to be so picky? Blowhole thought, annoyed and
taking back every somewhat positive thing he had thought about her the night
before. He tried offering her रोटी and even a flower, thinking she might be
और of an omnivore, but she stuck her nose up at both. He was now going to try
giving her an apple, but if she didn't like it either, she'd just have to have
it anyway, because he was sick of going on a wild बत्तख, हंस chase just to find
something for someone he hardly knew.
"Okay, आप better like this." Blowhole handed Hitori the bright red fruit.
He could tell द्वारा the light that instantly flickered into her eyes when she took
a bite that he had finally found something she favored. There was no need to
even ask her if she was enjoying it.
Blowhole spent the rest of the morning दिखा रहा है Hitori his base. His
workers seemed to be pleased with Hitori's presence.
द्वारा the end of the day, Blowhole had to admit to himself that he had grown
quite fond of Hitori. The world seemed to be new to her, as she didn't know
what many things were. He wasn't sure he should ask where she had been all her
years yet, as it could be something she wasn't comfortable with talking about,
but he must admit that he was curious.
A bit before they were going to go to bed, they heard a crash. Blowhole's
eyes shrunk in surprise. The penguins had busted in! Teeth gritted, Blowhole
growled. It was quite unusual for them to come back this quickly.
Skipper ran into the room, but to Blowhole's shock, he wasn't after him.
He was after Hitori.
"So," Skipper snarled, just then noticing that Blowhole was there, too.
"You're after the phoenix as well."
Blowhole blinked. "The what? Tell me exactly what you're talking about
before आप jump to conclusions."
"He doesn't even know what she is," Skipper mocked him, glancing up at his
teammates. "That is a phoenix. आप know, the bird of legend. And she's the last
one; as far as anyone knows, anyway."
"Skipper, maybe we should leave. I don't see why we have to do anything to
her." Private whispered to Skipper. The flat-head slapped him, harsher than
usual.
"Cymric's orders, Private. We're not going against his word."
Private didn't look convinced that whatever they were doing was as important as Skipper described. But he obviously didn't want to argue with his
leader any longer. "Yes, sir." His voice was meek, and he seemed to shrink half
his size.
Blowhole wasn't liking what was going on. It was suspicious. Grabbing a
small word on a nearby table, he rushed at Skipper, and tried to jab him. But
his foe dodged the attack, and hit Blowhole with a blow that made him spit
red liquid out. Something wasn't right here. Skipper was much strong than usual.
Kowalski and Rico had got a hold of Hitori, and Private just watched, a
look of doubt that they were doing the right thing clouded over his face.
Hitori let out screeches of fear as she was restricted. Suddenly, Blowhole felt
filled with rage. He wouldn't stand for these stupid pests constantly after
him, and seemingly others, any longer. He pushed Kowalski and Rico off Hitori
and climbed onto her back.
"I know you're still probably hurt, but at least try try to get us out of
here." He demanded.
"I'll try," Hitori nodded and sounded as determined as he was to leave.
She struggled to stretch out her wings, and then soared upward. The penguins
below them tried to reach them, but they were too high up already. Blowhole
grinned, and narrowed his eyes, at Skipper. He had grown tiresome of him and
his team constantly raiding on him. Little did they know that there were times
he wanted peace, too. Blowhole groaned at the thought of them always
bombarding him.
"I'm going to assume आप know them." Hitori looked at Blowhole expectantly.
"Yeah, for a long time. They're constantly trying to get in my way and stuff."
"I'm sorry." Hitori needlessly apologized, frowing. "They don't like me,
either. Well, we don't really know each other, it's just that their commander
wants me because the drop of a phoenix's blood can give the gift of
immortality." After a pause, she reminded him that he still hadn't let her know
who he was. "Um, excuse me, I hope I don't sound rude या pushy या anything, but
आप still haven't दिया me your name."
Blowhole sighed. "Blowhole," he let her know her reluctantly. Then he
shrugged, realizing it probably wouldn't do any harm.
"Oh, okay." For a couple of heartbeats, there was silence. Then she spoke
again. "Would आप mind if I stuck with आप a while? I'm afraid to be alone,
with those guys we just encountered constantly after me." She admitted.
Blowhole thought for a while. He didn't necessarily want to become
anyone's bodyguard, but he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Hitori. He
almost felt the same way, and with the same pests, too. If he let her tag along
with him, wherever he might go, the penguins would follow them, and he might be
able to destroy them once and for all.
"Alright," he decided. "You may stay with me. But no pestering me. In
fact, I'd prefer आप avoid talking to me at all costs."
Hitori landed onto the grassy ground. "Don't worry, I won't be a burden."
Then, she solemnly added, "I promise."
