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Spyro, Son of the Ape King - Ch 5 - Owlbear!

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"Master Spyro!"

"Spyro!"

The apes continued to call as they moved across that area of the forest. They haven't seen or heard the young purple dragon for a while now, ever since he went to save Sparx, and they were now becoming greatly concerned.

"Spyro!"

"Come here, you little rascal!"

Nothing.

No answer at all.

They were really getting concerned.

"Just where is he?" One of the guards said aloud, and another one, who was near, looked at him.

"Maybe he got in trouble trying to save Sparx?"

"If the dragonfly was even needing to be saved."

"Huh?"

The ape looked at his friend. "Seriously? We have been searching for them for nearly half an hour, and we haven't found or heard anything from them ever since. Quite curious, once I was sure that we would at least have heard someone calling for help if there was any actual danger."

The second ape looked at him. "Are you saying that there is not?"

"I'm saying that we might have been bamboozled."

There was a silence as the other ape took in what was said.

"Ohh, these two are in a lot of problem if that is the case. I'll make sure to tell king Gaul what Spyro had been up to this time."

"Yeah, if we can find him before Gaul comes back. Otherwise, I can assure you that we will be more deep in it than Spyro."

The ape looked at him for a few more moments, and he turned back to the forest as he continued to call:

"Spyro!"

"Spyro!" Said the first ape, as they continued to call, and it was clear by the tune of voice that he was using that he was not amused. They surely were going to say it to the ape king, and they will have certain satisfaction in seeing the young dragon be grounded for running off like that.

Gaul loved the young purple dragon as his own son, still, he would surely not hesitate into punishing the little winged reptile like any parent would punish their kid. In that point, Gaul had always been just, even if he was severe, and he gave instructions for the guards to inform him of any misbehavior that Spyro could have had during his absence.

The guards continued to walk among the forest, until they heard a sound coming from the distance.

"What was that?" One guard asked, alarmed by such a sudden sound.

Another one, very close to him, looked over, and he had a worried expression as he looked around.

"Owlbear." He said.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." He spoke, and he looked at a distance. "Four and a half miles away."

Another distant roar came, and the ape turned his head into a specific direction. "North-west." He said, pointing at the direction from which the roar had come from.

"Oh my…" The first guard said. "S-should we be worried? Y-you think it might come this way?"

"Unlikely." The ape said, "They rarely move too far away from their territory, unless they are pursuing something. Let's just avoid that area and we should be fine."

The other ape continued nervous, and he looked at the direction that the ape had pointed out.

"W-what is it even doing awake at a time like that? Weren't they supposed to be nocturnal?"

"They rarely awake in the middle of the day, it is true." The other one said, "Maybe it was really hungry, or maybe some creature stumbled into its lair and woke it up."

"What a poor soul." The ape said, looking at that direction. "What creature would be reckless enough to walk and awake an owlbear?"

The question remained in the air for a few moments, before both apes stopped dead on their tracks. They turned to each other, with eyes wide in horrid realization.

They both turned and started to run in the direction the roars had come from.

"Spyro!"

"Everyone, in here!" The other ape said, calling the attention of the other apes, and soon, they all were heading on the same direction, and praying that they were not going to arrive there too late.

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"Spyro!" Sparx called as he floated across the forest. "Spyro! I already lost the dudes!" He called, but got no answer back. He looked at all sides, and he saw no trace of the purple dragon or of the crew of apes who he was walking with.

"Spyro!" He called, but no answer. He buzzed across the trees.

"Spyro?"

He looked inside some bushes, startling some wild jackalopes (some horned bunnies)

"Spyro?"

He looked behind a particularly big tree.

"Spyro?"

He even started to look under the rocks.

"Spyro!"

No sign of the purple dragon in any of these places, and the young dragonfly was starting to get worried.

They were playing one at him. Yes, that was it, it had to be it. They were all hiding to see him freak out, and laughing at his expenses. It had to be it, because the other option was that they went off without him, and Sparx was absolutely sure that Spyro would never just ditch him like that.

"Come dudes! This stopped being funny half an hour ago!" He called to the forest around him, and he still got no answer. "Just stop playing with me so we can all go and have some good time without the babysitters!"

Nothing.

Just the silence of the forest around him, and the sounds of nature, like the birds chirping and the frogs doing, little animals running here and there, that creepy roar coming from the distance, the buzzing of some bees-

Hold on.

Sparx turned his head around, as if to see what had produced that roar. He saw nothing, only more vegetation around him.

"G-guys?"

The roar came again, and it seemed ominous and really angry. Sparx shivered as he heard that, and he was a little relieved when he realized that it seemed to have come from somewhere quite far from there.

Sparx didn't knew much about the creatures of the forest, but he was able to recognize a roar of a very dangerous and big creature when he heard it. He also knew the exact procedure to do to deal with the advent if you ever hear the sound like that: you turn tail and fly in the opposite direction as fast as your bug wings can possibly carry you.

"W-well, I guess the guys are not in that direction." Sparx said to himself as he smiled nervously. "So, I guess I'll just look for them elsewhere."

The golden dragonfly was just turning around when something came in the opposite direction and hit him.

"Ohhf!" Sparx said as he saw himself in something big and furry, which soon stopped.

"Hey! What the-" the thing that hit him said as it came to a stop. The dragonfly was dizzy for the blow and he only started to recover when a hand picked him by the wings and removed him from that surface, which turned out to be someone's face.

"You!" The owner of the face said, and Sparx shook his head violently from side to side, to clear his head of the dizziness, and he was able to look at the creature, and he saw the angry face of an ape. It was one of the guards.

"Oh, hey!" Sparx said, with a big nervous smile on his face. "Dude, you will not believe what I went through! I'm lucky that spyro found me back them otherwise I wouldn't be alive! We were just trying to find the way back to you guys when we got lost and-"

"Save it, bug." The guard said to him. "I don't have time for this! Spyro might be in danger!" He said, and dropped Sparx before he continued in direction to the place where the roars had come from, right before another one came.

Sparx looked at the direction in which he went, his mind trying to assimilate what he heard. When he finally did, his expression turned into one of worry.

"Oh boy!" He got up from the floor and buzzed his wings as fast as he could after the guard. Once more, Sparx could not help but feel amazed by the capacity that his dragon friend seemed to have to get himself in all kinds of dangerous situations.

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(Chased – Dark Fantasy Music; by Emily – RollForFantasy; see in YouTube)

As soon as the owlbear roared, everyone seemed to awake from a stupor. Spyro was barely turning around when he saw that most of the apes had already ran, with the exception of Zeggor, who seemed to almost be paralyzed in place as the rest of his crew was running as fast as they could, and Spyro was not far behind. Spyro considered himself brave, and the fact that he walked inside the cave of the owlbear was more than enough proof of that. However, he was smart enough to know that facing an owlbear on your own was not an act of bravery, but a suicide plan.

Spyro was running, with the apes ahead of him getting closer, when he saw that there was one ape short in the group.

Spyro stopped and turned his head, to see that Zeggor was still in the same spot, not moving and looking as the owlbear was closing the distance between them.

"Zeggor! What are you doing!?" Spyro called, but the ape seemed not to have heard him, as he just stood there like a statue and the owlbear was now dangerously close to him.

Zeggor looked up at the monster of a beast stood before him, roaring a sound that was something between a bear and a bird, and it rose one of its paws with curved claws. By seeing these, Zeggor was able to open his mouth to let out a very high-pitched scream as the claws moved on his direction.

However, they never connected, because in that same moment, something swipe in Zeggor's legs, causing him to fall on his side in the ground.

Spyro was glad that he had learned how to do good swipes as part of his lessons in Munduri, but he knew that it would take much more than that to fight an owlbear, and he didn't had the skills for something like that. Running was still the best option, and they needed to run now!

Right after, Spyro moved his tail and wrapped it around Zeggor's leg, and started to pull as he was running, dragging the ape into the ground as he ran.

"H-hey! Ouch! Stop! Ouch! Ouch! Yeouch!" Zeggor said as the pebbles, sticks and roots passed on his body, ripping tuffs of fur from him as he was drag on the ground.

"Stop! Stop, you stupid lizard! Ouch! Let me get up! I have legs! Ouch! My loincloth!" He cried out as the only clothing that he was using was rip off his body by a root, leaving him in bare fur.

But Spyro could not stop, not when there was a big ownbear running after them. The thing was proving to be quite fast, of course, the fact that Spyro was dragging a currently naked and flailing ape across the ground of the forest with his tail was considerably slowing the purple dragon down.

Why was Spyro even saving him?

The purple dragon didn't had time to think on this too deeply, for he had to continue to run, as the owlbear was starting to get closer.

"Let me go! Just tops running you dumb-" Zeggor started, but when he gave a look behind, he saw the owlbear closing distant, fury and assassin instinct on its face as it ran in their direction, roaring. "Run! Run like the wind! Even better, flap these wings and fly us out of here!" Zeggor said.

Spyro would have rolled his eyes, if it wasn't for the great tension of the current situation. The purple dragon truly wished he knew how to fly. Now more than ever.

If he could, he would be laughing in the air while the owlbear roared in rage at him from the ground…

"Gah!" Zeggor screamed as one paw came dangerously close to his head, and Spyro had to speed up a little more. It was hard, but maybe they had a chance of escaping.

"Zeggor, can you climb?"

"What? Ouch!"

"Are you a good climber!?"

"Of course I am!"

"Good!" Spyro said, as he ran straight in direction to a tree, and he swung his body as he ran, as hard as he could, and let go of Zeggor's leg as he whipped his tail upwards.

The ape was propel upwards screaming like a little girl as he moved in an arch in the air, before he suddenly was cut off when he slammed face-first into the trunk of a big tree. He only "hmmph"ed as he hit the trunk, and he would have fallen down if he hadn't used his arms to hold onto it out of pure instinct.

Meanwhile, Spyro had to quickly jump out of the way when the owlbear swung his claw and it almost hit him, hitting the ground where he was. Spyro was now facing the bear, as it recovered and looked at the purple dragon straight in the face, roaring and growling as it looked at the winged reptile with murder on its eyes.

Spyro was breathing heavily. His own heart hammered on his eardrums as he looked back at the creature that stared at him.

That creature was much bigger than him. Clearly much strong physically. It was a deadly beast that would tear him apart and feast on his guts if it managed to kill him. Spyro knew that he should want to run. Every one of his instincts told him to turn tail and run as fast as his legs could carry him, now that he no longer had something to weight him down.

However, Spyro didn't moved.

Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Maybe it was the natural instincts of a dragon. All that Spyro knew was that, in that specific moment, he did not felt like running away.

Spyro looked back at the owlbear and, in what could be an act of defiance, Spyro bared his fangs and snarled right back at him, as his body moved by instinct, adopting a posture that was familiar to Spyro, yet, he had never used on a situation like that. It was finally time to test his munduri skills in an actual fight.

Of course, Spyro didn't imagined that it would be against a giant and assassin owlbear, but whatever.

The bear was the one that made the first movement, as it charged in Spyro's direction, and the purple dragon stood his ground. It was as if the world had slowed down as Spyro saw the bear coming on his direction.

In the moment a paw was flying on his direction, the purple dragon immediately jumped out of the way in a swift motion, and the claws of the big and furry creature missed him by less than in inch. Spyro barely had time to think of it as he saw himself having to dodge yet another attack that came into his direction.

Spyro jumped and twisted out of the way of the claws that came in his direction. The training with munduri had made him very swift in battle, and it had ingrained the style almost as if it was an instinct. It was the first time that he actually used it on a real battle, but it came as naturally as when he used them during the training sessions. If it wasn't for them, he would not be able to dodge the attacks of the owlbear, and he surely would be a mangled corpse by now.

Thank you, Karum. Spyro thought as he dodged yet another swipe of claws, this time aimed at the same level as his head, and as he continued to dodge, the owlbear was growing angrier and angrier. It seemed not to accept that the purple dragon was able to escape its wrath so easily, and it was determined to punish him.

The creature was moving around as it advanced against Spyro and tried to hit him in every way that it could. Meanwhile, Spyro danced around the owlbear, following its movements, and jumping out of the way of every attack that it tried to throw at him. Spyro made sure to keep his eyes on the owlbear, measuring his movements and making sure to move the right way in the right moment. He was proving to be quite good at this game, however, the owlbear didn't liked it, and it was growing angrier at the purple dragon, the frustration making a number on it as it had finally lost its temper with the young dragon.

The owlbear roared as it got on two legs and got ready to slam both of its forepaws down into the purple dragon. Spyro saw an opening in that moment. After all, munduri was not just about avoiding damage, but also about damaging the enemy, even if this was something that could tear you apart with its bare claws.

In the moment the paws of the owlbear came down, Spyro jumped forward, and now, he was right behind the animal as it stood on four legs. Spyro moved both of his hind paws into a "donkey kick" aimed for the forepaws of the owlbear. They were mostly focused in the areas that would be equivalent to the elbows, and Spyro made his best to make the kicks land perfectly and with the max of strength that he could muster.

The owlbear roared as it moved, and Spyro saw himself forced to move as well, so he would not be in a position in which the bigger animal could easily claw or bite him, and so he would not be stomp on as the creature moved its big and muscular body.

Spyro had to dive and roll sideways to avoid the creature, and as he got up, the beast was snarling at him, even angrier than before. The battle was taking too long, and Spyro knew that. The beast was big and strong, stronger than him in many aspects, and even Munduri would not help him for long. A true master like the Karuum would be able to bring that owlbear down (or at least Spyro thought), and his father surely would have no problem kicking the butt of that monster. Spyro, however, was smaller and physically weaker, and all he had were his body and the Munduri to help him. The odds clearly were not on his favor.

Spyro needed a plan, and that was when he remembered earlier on that same day.

Kakuma Yakuniki.

That could surely bring that thing down, of that much Spyro was certain. However, the purple dragon was not sure if he was going to be able to pull it out. It was an advanced technique, and he had just learned it today. Literally. He knew that testing it in a real fight could end very badly for him, especially as he remembered the Karuum saying how dangerous it could be.

The roar of the beast brought him back to reality as it ran in his direction, and Spyro had to instinctively jump out of the way to avoid the claws of the beast. The dance had resumed, with Spyro dodging the owlbear's attacks while he occasionally managed to land his own blows into the beast. However, the few blows that he was able to land seemed to cause little to no effect, and the vicious blows of the owlbear were getting harder and harder to dodge. Spyro had just barely escaped a blow of the bear, as the claws grazed on his hide, removing a few of his scales and leaving behind marks that leaked blood.

Crap! This way I'll be a gonner for sure! Spyro thought to himself. Oh, screw this! I'm going to die at this rate if I don't do anything! At the very least I could die doing all I could! That owlbear is going to have it now!

Spyro stumbled back, taking a few steps and breathing to stead himself as the owlbear roared and started to charge at him once more, this time the neck was outstretched as the creature seemed to be ready to bite the dragon with its beak. Or… would it be peck? Oh, screw it!

As soon as the creature came close, Spyro immediately sprint into action, and he was able to duck quickly to avoid the beak of the beast. However, in that same moment, a clawed paw moved forward, and Spyro was forced to bend his body as the claws scratched his skin, producing a new cut that would leak blood. However, Spyro didn't had time for this, for in that moment, he saw the opening he had been aiming for.

He was in the perfect angle, and that was his perfect chance. It was all or nothing this time.

Once more, Spyro could have the sensation that time had somehow slowed when he was looking at the owlbear. He saw the perfect opening, and so, he stood on his hind legs, keeping both of his forepaws of the ground. He raised them, and brought them down in direction to the owlbear's head.

The area of the inside of his wrists made direct contact with the side of the head of the owlbear, where its ear was located. Spyro had put so much strength on that blow that both of his wrists were hurting from the impact, his forepaws shaking slightly.

The owlbear made a sound and it was as if time had returned to its normal pace again. Spyro had to go back to the ground and he rolled away immediately, to avoid a possible retaliation from that owlbear.

As the purple dragon got back on his paws and looked at the bear, he saw that it was shaking its head, and it actually seemed to have an uneven pace as it walked. It almost seemed to be somewhat woozy.

Spyro looked at the uneven footing of the beast, and he knew that the Kakuma Yakuniki had worked. Aiming for the ear had the desired effect, and the thing seemed to have been dazed, as it was leaning toward the side of its body that Spyro had hit, but it seemed that it was not going down. It still growled, and it seemed to look with murderous rage at the purple dragon.


  Okay. I managed to land the attack of an advanced Munduri technique into a savage owlbear that would have killed me otherwise. Great! Woohoo! Now I think that it is time to try something else.


Spyro looked at the owlbear and, instead of adopting a new pose and getting ready to fight, Spyro turned tail and started to flee. He went to a tree, and grabbed the trunk as hard as he could, sinking his claws in the bark as he got ready to start climbing. Spyro could not know how to fly, but growing up among apes had made him a heck of a good climber.

He had already moved up a few paces when the owlbear seemed to have recovered, and was not going in direction to the tree where it saw Spyro. The purple dragon continued to climb, and he was making a good progress by the time that the beast had reached the trunk and tried to claw to reach for him.

The claws barely missed his tail as Spyro continued to climb, aiming to get away from the claws and beak of the creature for love for his dear life. He looked down at the beast that continued to claw and roar at him, and he instinctively continued to climb to the tree, aiming to open the greatest possible distance between himself and the owlbear.

Spyro would have continued to climb if his horn had not poked at something, that immediately yelp in answer to that, making him stop and look up.

What he saw was a bare ape behind that was being rubbed by a hand, and beyond it, he could see the face of Zeggor, looking down at him.

"Careful with those!" The ape said to him as he rubbed his buttocks, and Spyro could only look back at him. The tree he was climbing was the same one in which he had hurled Zeggor, and now they were pretty much in the same situation. Climb up a tree to escape from the big and bad owlbear that was thirsty for their blood down there.

The roar of the beast as it stared daggers at them was no shooting to either. They continued to hold into the trunk as they looked down, and it was the time when they felt safe enough to talk to each other.

"Yeah, here we are. Never thought I'd end like that." Zeggor spoke, right before he looked down, straight at Spyro, and he said, "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Spyro said, looking up at him.

"Yeah! You were the one who woke it up with your growls and snarls!"

"Wha- This is… We wouldn't even be in there in the first place if it wasn't for you!" Spyro shot back. "You were the one who was using me to get a stone for you!"

"Well… I…" Zeggor seemed unable to find a good answer for that. Spyro knew that he had a good point in there. All of that happened because Zeggor had planned tyo use Spyro to get something. If it wasn't for that plan none of them would be even close to the cave of the owlbear, and they would not have gotten in that situation, to begin with. Of course, it were Spyro's screams that woke the owlbear up, but the whole situation was nothing more than Zeggor's doing, and even the green ape recognized that.

"I risked my life getting in that cave, and now we are stuck in a tree not to be mauled." Spyro mumbled "All because of a stupid rock."

"Hey, if it is so stupid, why do you still have it?"

"Huh?" Spyro said, and for the first time since the cave, he realized that he still had that same rock in his paw. It was still clutched in his paw, and thus was the reason why the holding the trunk in an awkward way in that specific paw. Spyro had totally forgot about it, but he had not let go of it.

I… I run, fought the owlbear, and climbed the tree with this in my paw? Spyro thought to himself, surprised that he had been holding that the whole time. Any other person would have forgot about the stone, dropped it and ran the fastest they could, to open the greatest possible distance between themselves and the owlbear.

The beast continued to snarl at them, and it was soon hitting the tree with both of its clawed paws, and this made the tree shake considerably, so much that both ape and dragon had to hold themselves in there to avoid falling to what would most likely be a certain doom in the claws of the owlbear.

The beast continued to attack the tree, and the trunk was actually starting to shake back and forth with the strength of the pushes of the great beast. Spyro had the feeling that he could hear both the trunk and the roots being force by the actions of the owlbear.

"Man, this is bad! This is really bad!" Spyro said, "Hold on in there! If we fall we will be in trouble!"

"What do you mean by 'we'?" Zeggor said back at him. "I'm the one who don't have wings! If I fall, I hit the ground! If you fall you just need to flap those things and fly away!" He stopped for a moment, and then he said, "By the way, I don't you just fly back to the village? And take me with you!"

"I can't!" Spyro said.

"Oh, come on! I'm sorry I lied to you!"

"No! I can't fly!"

"Say what?" Zeggor said, looking down at the dragon with shock. Spyro rolled his eyes at this. Everybody knew that dragons could fly, and many thought that it was something that they just did, much like the birds. So, it was always safe to assume that Spyro, for being a dragon, would automatically know how to fly. However, the truth was very different.

"I might have wings, but this doesn't means that I know how to fly." Spyro said to him, for a moment being oblivious to the owlbear beneath them. "I never truly learned how to. Dad even tried to teach me, but we didn't had much success. He even brought me some books involving flying mechanics, but they didn't helped that much. It seems that it is the kind of thing that you can only learn from someone who actually knows how to fly."

Zeggor looked back at him for a moment, and he asked:

"So, if you fall from the trunk them you won't fly away?"

"No." Spyro said, and there was a brief moment when they looked at each other, before Zeggor started to kick at him.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing!?" Spyro cried out, and the ape continued to kick him while he held into the tree.

"Well, you are the one who woke up the owlbear!" He said as he kicked Spyro in the head. "So, maybe it will be calmer once it had eaten you! So I'll be able to climb down and go home!"

"You will give me to the owlbear!?" Spyro practically roared in outrage, and Zeggor only looked back at him.

"Yeah, you know, I gotta survive! Nothing personal!" He said, and he gave one last kick into Spyro, this one hit his nose, and it was enough to make the purple dragon lose his grip into the trunk, and before he knew it, he was falling.

Spyro barely had time to look down as he landed right into the face of the owlbear, which was too surprised to react properly. Spyro them stumbled out of his head and into the ground, dazed at what had just happened. Meanwhile, the owlbear turned its head to him and roared as it went after Spyro. The purple dragon had to dive out of the way to avoid the claws.

"Zeggor! You bastard!" Spyro cried out to the ape in the tree, but he was unable to look at it, for he had to put himself to run to void the claws of the owlbear. However, this time, the beast seemed to have a bit more luck than the purple dragon, for the next swipe of claws managed to land into Spyro's hind leg.

Spyro was spun and tossed in the air as pain exploded on his leg, and he landed with a heavy thud into the ground. He groaned as the pain on his leg made itself fully present, and Spyro looked at it. It had bleeding marks in it, but it was not shredded, but in compensation, there was a high pain in the area, which made Spyro almost sure that the bone of his leg was fractured.

The owlbear roared once more, and Spyro tried to stand, but he immediately regretted it, for the pain that shot from his leg up his spine made him gasp and stumble into the ground, falling flat on his side. He could not stand with this leg. He could not run. He could not fight.

To put it short: he was doomed.

Spyro had already accepted it, and he could not help but curse his own misfortune to end up like that. Well, it was mostly his fault. After all, he was the one who believed that the "coolest" ape of the village would actually want to be his friend. That anyone in that village could honestly want to be his friend.

Spyro looked at the owlbear, which ominously walked in his direction, grunting and snarling at him.

So, that was it. That was how his life was going to end. Well, maybe there were worse ways to die.

As the owlbear towered over him, Spyro felt his heart beating madly, and as the creature raised its paw for a killing blow, Spyro turned his head away, closing his eyes tightly, and silently calling out for the one that took his mind:

"Dad…"

(Tides Have Turned – Sci-Fi Fantasy; by Emily – RollForFantasy; see YouTube)

Spyro waited for the blow that would take his life. However, that blow never came.

Instead, there was a very strong gust of air, and a sound of the owlbear, half-drowned by the sound of the howling wind.

After a few moments, Spyro dared to open his eyes. He could see the owlbear stumbling back, and roaring. However, it didn't seemed that it was roaring at Spyro. Immediately, something moved above Spyro, dashing in the air above his head, so fast that Spyro barely registered it, and this thing flew into the owlbear head-on.

Spyro blinked as he saw that thing stop in midair, and then, a strong wind came from it as it flapped its wings. The owlbear stumbled back as it was hit by a wave of air, and Spyro could feel the wind that was coming from there.

The beast roared and it swung its arms, trying to hit the creature that was flying in front of it. Said creature just flew out of reach and then started to circle the owlbear. The beast tried to reach it, but was unable to, and each time, it was knock over, seemingly by gusts of wind that were coming from the creature that was flying around it.

Spyro looked mesmerized at the scene that played out before him, unable to look away, and he momentously even forgot about his leg. What was happening in there was far more interesting than his own possible broken leg.

The owlbear roared in rage, and it tried once more to advance against the flying creature, but it seemed to get tired of that, for it stopped in the air, and then, the winds started to gather. The owlbear seemed unable to approach it, as if the wind itself was pushing it back.

After a few seconds, the wind had got so strong that Spyro had to use one of his wings to shield himself as the wind threw dust, leaves and blades of grass in his direction, but he was still able to see the amazing thing that happened next:

The owlbear started to raise from the ground. From the ground! It was flailing as it started to spin, and the creature then spread its wings wide, and then owlbear was rose in the air, almost as if it was inside a very small hurricane (it was what seemed, once the wind was forming this exact shape). The owlbear was hurl across the air, crying out, and Spyro followed it with wide eyes as it landed in the ground with a heavy thud.

The beast remained in the ground for a moment, before clumsily getting up. It seemed to have thought "oh, screw this, I'm outta here!" for it immediately sprint into running in the opposite direction, vanishing into the woods.

Spyro was baffle by what had just happened, and he continued to look in the direction that the owlbear had run. His mind was still trying to process and take a grip on what had just happened.

"Wow! That was a close one." A new, unknown voice said, and this seemed to snap Spyro back to reality, as he blinked his eyes. "That thing was big. Are you…" The voice trailed off, and Spyro finally turned his head to look at the owner of the voice, the one who just saved his life.

It… no, she was staring back at him, while Spyro stared back at her, both with wide eyes.

The two dragons only stared at each other in silence, none of them moving or saying anything…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Spyro, Son of the Ape King - Ch 4 - The Coolest Ape
Spyro, Son of the Ape King - Ch 6 - Aeria
Spyro runs to save both himself and Zeggor from a furious owlbear. When all seems lost, help comes in the last moment...

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