Hex was fast asleep, still on top of Blackie. He was still in a bad state from his last fight, aged horribly by overusing his powers. The only thing that indicated he was still alive was the weak breaths coming from his mouth every couple seconds.
The moment Talon realized that something was above him and Lena, he stood up. There was no hesitation when he took the giant scissors off of his back and opened them up, pointing the end towards the unknown object.
On the other hand, Lena had noticed the shadowy bird, but didn't take any action. Instead, she began kicking her legs about and humming a tune to herself. Her eyes were trained on the black veins lazily squirming about, as though that was more important.
As for Blackie, he took notice of the people below him, but didn't see any merit in talking to them. Thus he continued to fly, about to pass.
At that moment, Talon caught a glimpse of the person on the shadowy bird's back.
"You!..."
