Page 122 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
Chaos opened a hole large enough for me to fit through—even with the bulky gear—which was good for me, but I had a feeling some pixies were going to slip right in and hurt the three of them.
Which meant I needed to hurry.
The second I was out from under the shield, the pixies attacked me, but I kept spraying and spraying and spraying, trying to at least keep a clear line of sight to the egg.
It didn’t work. The repellent wasn’t strong enough to keep a determined—and they were hella determined—pixie away. It did make them slow down, just a tad, but that was all I needed to take two steps to the nest.
When I reached for the dragon egg fossil, the tinkling bell screams went up at least five notches, and I really wanted to cover my ears with my hands. But I couldn’t, so I did my best to ignore it.
The amount of pixie bullets I was getting hit with was so high the air was knocked from my lungs once again.
My hands wrapped around the dragon egg fossil, and I pulled.
But it didn’t budge.
So I pulled again.
Nothing.
Holy shit, did this thing get heavier or did the pixies somehow… glue it to their nest?
My visor was fogging up after all of this, so it wasn’t easy to see. I wiped it off with one hand, then grabbed the egg and pulled again. “Ugh.” Sharp pains spiked through me, comingfrom my ribs… where the little asses were hitting me over and over and over.
It was like they knew that was where I was hurt.
Chaos was right. These little bastards were a lot smarter than we’d thought.
“Fuck. I’m not gonna hurt your stupid fossil!”
I pulled again, and I finally saw the problem. The pixies had wrapped the egg up with some vines, tying it to the nest the same way they’d trapped Win to a tree.
What a pain in the ass.
I pushed off a few of the vines, then tugged again. It moved a little, but I had to push more vines off.
“Oof. Ick. Ah. Fuck.”
Those little dicks were really hurting me.
Suddenly, the pixies screamed, and I saw liquid raining down over the top of me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Win standing there, spraying the hell out of the pixies with one hand while wielding a net in the other.
How the hell was he helping me when I’d had to hold him up two minutes ago?
Aeson had been holding him up.
Aeson… who I was sure had some kind of magic.
Was he a healer or something?
“Go! Come on, Miles!” Win yelled over the screaming.
As quickly as I could, I pulled the rest of the vines off the egg, and finally,finally, I was able to lift the damn thing. I cradled it to my chest, curled over it like I was protecting my young, and dashed under Winter’s arms and back into the shield.
A moment later, Win was back inside too, and Chaos sealed off his shield. I glanced at the kids, each with a familiar on their shoulder, each looking determined.
There were about fifteen pixies stuck inside with us, but Aeson was using a net to catch the damn things. Thank god. This eggwas a lot heavier than I remembered it being, and I wasn’t sure I could hold onto it with one arm without dropping it, especially if I was trying to catch pixies with a net.
The last thing we needed was me breaking a valuable fossil that belonged to the museum… in front of the pixies who’d been guarding it with their lives.
