Apollo pointed his finger to the sky.
The old man's eyes followed his finger.
There was a large flock of black birds angrily chirping in the sky.
The old man nodded casually.
"Ah, yes. Those are the birds."
Then, the realization struck him.
"...Crap."
The old man broke off into an ungraceful sprint, swinging his arms way higher than needed.
"We need to run!"
Apollo followed after the old man, but his face was calm like still water.
"Why do we have to run?"
The old man was huffing. He replied with frustration.
"Did you not hear what I said? These birds are gonna tear us a new one!"
Apollo raised an eyebrow.
"A new what?"
The old man's eyelid twitched.
"Nevermind..."
The old man abruptly ducked down.
He dodged the dive of a black bird, saving his head.
The old man clicked his tongue.
"Anyways, these birds are dangerous. We need to run."
Apollo hummed.
"Why can't we just kill them?"
The old man shook his head.