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The wingets moved twice as fast as Winona could run, and they were almost on top of her as Machina dove toward the ground like a hawk on a field mouse. Her heart hurt at seeing the terror on her old friend's face as she ran, the fierceness in Winona's eyes enough to turn water to stone.
Machina leaned on the handlebars, willing the Hoverbike to move faster. She wasn't close enough to use the Air Blaster, and even if she were, she couldn't use it; the thing would turn Winona's body jelly.
A winget jumped on Winona's back, throwing her to the ground. Winona rolled, gripping the Teleporter with both hands and swinging wildly. She hit the creature in the face, a strange bark coming out of its mouth as it reared back in pain. Winona scrambled to her feet and kept running, the horde of winget right on her tail. The clumsy things constantly stumbled over each other, but never lost ground due to sheer numbers.