"Isn't that my line?" 

Jarrod rolled Scarlet off of him before glancing at the flock above. He rolled his eyes in exasperation at Scarlet. "Geez lady, are you usually heavier than a rock? Not allowing her to respond-most likely because he would have been slapped-Jarrod crossed his arms in thought. How best to defeat this flock. There were at least twenty of them left, but that was still bad odds against them. "We could always run for it," he suggested. "There's no shame in admitting defeat or anything. Especially since we lack firepower and all that. . ."

The Neo Cockatrices caught on to their scheming, and so lined up in position and began aiming their cannons at the trio. One by one, they fired out a hail storm of fire and metal, bullets and fireballs flying everywhere. "Crap!" Jarrod ducked and tumbled, the point where he was a moment before now nothing but a piece of scorched ground. He swiped his sword at the avian Anomalies, sending slashes made of compressed air at them.

Some of the slashes made contact, knocking the birds out of the sky or drawing them back. Still, he had to be wary of their open fire as they continued bearing down on them. Two of them dived down at Angelo, their poisoned claws outstrectched for a death grip.

"Hey buddies?" Jarrod dodged another blow. "Um, any plans here?"