Hybrid Jailbreak Pt. III

    No sooner do we enter the next cage then a tan blur of fur is rocketing straight for me. Reflexively I try to lift my wings to defend myself, but the attacking hybrid is on me before I can block it's attack and I fall over from the force of it's blow into the bars separating this enclosure and the next bending them out of place. The hybrid quickly jumps back from me after it's attack, preparing itself to make another one. As I quickly gather myself to stand up, I quickly check on my companions to note that Damon, in his surprise of the sudden attack, had moved to block himself not knowing where the blow was going to land. The pond wulf, standing next to him, had done the same. Behind us, appearing to be in a bit of a panic, Lavande frantically begins to pour on the praise as it had seemed to work with the last two hybrids we faced. The glittermip, hiding just behind Lavande, follows his lead and begins cooing gibberish in soothing tones, causing the hybrid we are facing, a camamottip I notice, to hesitate.

    The hybrid then tenses as if to attack again when suddenly a roar can be heard from the other side of the camp. Well crap, it seems as though sleeping beauty has awoken. A series of outraged cries follows the outburst, along with the sounds of approaching feet. It would appear our time is up; if we wanna get out with any of the hybrids and not get captured ourselves, then we needed to move now - this venture would have been for naught if we couldn't escape after all. I spared a brief moment to lament not being able to help any more of the hybrids before moving to tell my group that it was time to go. Before I could, two guards came into view and quickly made their way to us, shrieking in anger. Two cries of fury responded as the pond wulf and camamottip unhesitatingly launched themselves at the approaching ghoultures. They, no doubt, have their own personal issues with the guards.

    A noise draws my attention away from the guards, and I turn to see another hybrid meekly crawling its way through the bent bars of it's cage into the one we still stood in. Keeping an eye on the new hybrid, wary of attack, I quickly tried to assess the situation. How are we going to get out of this one...