"What's the hurry?" asked the guy at the front. He had a golden circle printed on his black ball cap.
Hiu Fa's grandfather shuffled to her and picked her up, ignoring them. Amethyst fluttered up to his shoulder.
That upset the pride of Golden Circle and he stepped forward. "Oy! I'm talking to you, old man!"
He brandished his phone out in front of him and from the ground sprung up tendrils of darkness.
The little girl screamed and clung to her grandfather while Amethyst flew at Golden Circle, squawking and clawing with sharp talons.
The young man had apparently not expected real resistance and yelped as he backed up.
"Ming-gor!" his friends called out.
"You little-!" Ming-gor made a slashing motion with his phone and the shadow tendrils forgot their original target and went for the bird.
Amethyst spun, evading their touch and swooped to fly around Ming-gor and his friends. The tendrils followed and entangled them together.
