While Chris and Big Mike were still messing around, Skinny Pete slipped over to Ethan.
"Captain—take me to chase those guys down. Let's grab a few of those as mounts. Imagine it: Fallen Star Squad, one per person. That'd look sick."
"I was thinking the same thing," Ethan said, nodding.
Those red birds were ridiculously fast, could use abilities, and were high tier. Way better mounts than Flint and the others.
Skinny Pete laughed, full of confidence. "Then let's go. With my current strength, getting one for each of us is easy."
"One each?" Ethan rubbed his chin. "Nah. My plan is… to take the whole pot."
Skinny Pete blinked. "Huh?"
"Captain, that's like—tens of thousands. You could kill me and I still couldn't control that many."
"Who said you're controlling that many?" Ethan shot him a look.
He pointed toward the distant sky. "I've already figured out which one's the leader. It's been hiding well, but it didn't fool me. I left it alive on purpose—for you."
