*complains* everybody says that. I wonder why? Other writers have just as much talent as I do *cough*4I Falcon*cough* but they never finish their stories, oh no, I'm the only one who has actually started and finished a story on this board. Isn't that depressing? I hope 4I and Ninja and Slayer and Wildie actually finish this time.

No I'm not going to kill you off Rad, yer essential to the end result. I've already figured that much out. But yer gonna meet your match (sort of). I hope so anyway.

Kaz - your turn.


Kaz took to the air again, divebombing the remaining Kiyrenin gleefully. He saw Copper dispatch the Firenzev cougar, and glanced down. Roughly ten or so Kiyrenin remained, and he knew they were going to win this one. He sought out another unwary enemy to scare. That one down there should be good; Kaz would ruffle that osprey's feathers. He dropped his red wings and plummeted towards his target.
Feathers?
Osprey?
Kaz frantically tried to pull out of his dive, but he had too much speed now. He smacked into the red and grey feathered osprey, who had been menacing Electrik, knocking the predator head over heels to send him sprawling on the ground. Kaz looked at those feral golden eyes, saw the rage in them, and promptly turned tail and fled. The harsh, shocking scream of the infuriated fishing eagle only made him try harder.
Suddenly Kaz realized he was faster than the osprey. He twisted around and slowed his headlong flight, then arrowed upwards and glanced down. The osprey was directly below him. He dove, pulling out under the eagle, and heard the creature's cry again. He promptly sped up and sideslipped, causing the osprey to overshoot him. He laughed gleefully, seeing his chance to harass the predator.
Once again he dove, slowly this time, scattering pepperspray everwhere. The angry osprey wasn't good at maneuvering midair; his broad wings were made for gliding, not aerodynamics. Kaz definitely had the advantage.
The only question was, how on earth could he use it?
Think think think, Kaz. Outsmart the thing!
He glanced up at the stream of late-night traffic. Some of those guys were flying awfully fast, which gave him an idea.
He arrowed up, leaving the angry osprey far below. Darting past speeders and starfighters, he hovered high above. The osprey came up slower, but he had found a small updraft and rose above Kaz. Then he dove.
Kaz was waiting for that. He sideslipped violently, and as the osprey dropped below him, he too dove.
The osprey pulled out of his dive, red and grey wings flashing, just in time for Kaz to strike at full force. Burying his talons in the fishing eagle's broad back, he bore the osprey down with his weight, too fast for the startled bird to react.
I may be birdbrained and a featherhead, but I can fight!
With a cry of triumph, Kaz pushed the osprey down hard and, flinging himself away and down to safety, left the floudering osprey in the middle of a traffic stream. He glanced up just in time to see his opponent get creamed by a speeding starship.
"Take that!" he crowed, and spiralled downward towards the ground, and the next Kiyrenin.