Chapter 67
Victor ducked and Artemis paled as quill grazed her arm. She tossed her seashell at one ready to fire again. They fled and turned to the flurry of quills that went flying back and forth. Beach-goers fled to their cars.

Meanwhile, Maks floated on the surface of the water with his arms spread out in the distance closing his eyes and a sea turtled drifted around him underwater and zipped off. His eyes opened and he frowned at the swimmers moving past him.

He watched the shoot-out agitated, ordinarily, there was no way porcupines could shoot quills like arrows. They were feral too. The real porcupines were in as much trouble as they were.

Artemis tossed a rock, it rammed one over on its back and the others glanced at it shortly and reassembled hissing and gathering them like ants

Victor saw a driver on a jet ski coming toward the shore at full speed and he drifted letting the jetstream of water blast them. The porpentines were repelled.

"Quick, how many of them are there?" She

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