[And that's when he...actually does. Maybe he steps on a bit of broken glass that gives them away, or maybe she did. Either way there's a hard crunch under one of their feet.
And then they're both airborne. Something huge, scaly, and hungry slams into them, knocking them aside like bowling pins. Hope you wanted bruises for Christmas, kids.]
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[And that's when he...actually does. Maybe he steps on a bit of broken glass that gives them away, or maybe she did. Either way there's a hard crunch under one of their feet.
And then they're both airborne. Something huge, scaly, and hungry slams into them, knocking them aside like bowling pins. Hope you wanted bruises for Christmas, kids.]