12-第三章：小麻烦(12)
The Sand-Sharks let off their darts simultaneously, and every single one of those darts ricocheted off the circular body of the inflated little Hogfly and landed harmlessly in the sand. The Vampire Spydragon started, paused in his pouncing, and turned his red eyes towards the extraordinary sight of the puffed up lapdragon flapping speedily through the air. ‘Oh good shot!’ the Hogfly twittered generously, dodging this way and that, like a Bashyball with wings. ‘But I bet you can’t catch me now!’ BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! ‘Good shot again!’ chirruped the Hogfly in good-natured surprise. ‘But now I’m going to make it a bit trickier for you all by doing this…
’ BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG!
In that second when the Spydragon was staring at the Hogfly in astonishment, Hiccup crawled out from behind the shelter of the boat, heart thumping, his forearm singing with such pain that he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out. Covered in sand and muck with the seaweed on his head like a rather jaunty hat, Hiccup squirmed forward in the sand as fast as he could slither, dragging his swollen side behind him. The Sand-Sharks had never come across anything like the Hogfly before. The more they shot a battery of darts at the Hogfly, the more they bounced off his spherical little body. It was baffling. They had shot so many darts that a cute little lapdragon as small as this one ought to be stuffed full with the adder’s bite of the sleep-drug and lying dead upon the sand, not flapping around above them making happy conversation.
’ BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG!
In that second when the Spydragon was staring at the Hogfly in astonishment, Hiccup crawled out from behind the shelter of the boat, heart thumping, his forearm singing with such pain that he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out. Covered in sand and muck with the seaweed on his head like a rather jaunty hat, Hiccup squirmed forward in the sand as fast as he could slither, dragging his swollen side behind him. The Sand-Sharks had never come across anything like the Hogfly before. The more they shot a battery of darts at the Hogfly, the more they bounced off his spherical little body. It was baffling. They had shot so many darts that a cute little lapdragon as small as this one ought to be stuffed full with the adder’s bite of the sleep-drug and lying dead upon the sand, not flapping around above them making happy conversation.
三国·甄宓12
