Sandro was staring at the sky when he heard something he couldn't quite make out but thought it was coming from the direction of the Shark.
Suddenly, he was surrounded by 3 more Sharks with the Fox looming over him.
'Jeez, if I stay here these guys are going to tear me apart!' The thought floated briefly in his frenzied mind, his body already moving almost of his own volition.
A blur of blue stood up and shot between a hole left by two of the Sharks.
'I need space to do something... otherwise I'm not going to be of any use to Avenger and Scarab.'
He zigged and zagged, hoping to dodge anything thrown or shot at him. Maybe, with a little luck, these bad guys might loose track of him or think he fled.
Coming to the edge of the yards, he skidded along the ground, leaving tracks in the grass as he spun around, setting himself up like a sprinter.
"Ok, big boy, let's see if you're any better at playing catch" he whispered to himself as he eyed the Shark.