This flock of white geese looked to be at least ten strong. Each one was the size of five large roosters. One particularly large goose trailed at the very back, flapping its wings and honking, "HONK HONK HONK." Its beak snapped open and shut as if shouting, 'Charge!'
"Flora Bloom, help me! These geese are crazy!"
Flora Bloom stood her ground, assessing the geese's offensive capabilities. So far, she hadn't sensed any superpower fluctuations from the flock. If they were limited to physical attacks—say, pecking with their beaks—then Cynthia Grant and Irvin Holden weren't in any real danger. They would just get a little roughed up.
Watching Cynthia Grant and Irvin Holden get chased by the flock, clutching their butts while yelping in pain one moment and screaming for help the next, Flora Bloom almost burst out laughing. With a wave of her hand, she conjured a water shield between them and the geese, giving them a reprieve.
