Bullets flew and scuffed up snow. The
Wabbit and Wabsworth couldn't see a thing but they dived for the ground and
threw the only ammunition they had. Snowballs rained. Lapinette jumped from the
bridge and took the full force of a snowball. It had been a long trek through
the snow and she stumbled. Thrown off balance, her snazer fired randomly into
the sky. A cry of pain echoed from the woods accompanied by a brace of angry
bullets. The Wabbit rolled away and crashed on Wabsworth's feet. "Whoof!" For an android, Wabsworth had a
handy range of expressions. Snow scattered as they tangled. The bridge
creaked suddenly, announcing the end of Skratch's measured pursuit. It was just in time - and he
pounced in the air to deflect two more rounds. This time the cry was anguished
and their adversary fell silent. "It doesn't like close up work,"
yelled the Wabbit and he stuck his head up. "But it's tough as old
boots!" yelled Wabsworth. He pulled the Wabbit down and it wasn't a moment
too soon. A bullet streaked past the Wabbit's ears and dug a deep hole in a
rock. "I've got a plan," croaked the Wabbit. Wabsworth kept a
foot on the Wabbit's chest and took a chance. He stood as tall as he could and
made a circular motion with a single paw. Lapinette and Skratch vanished as
quickly as they'd appeared. "Split up," hissed Wabsworth. There was no reply. The
Wabbit was already on his way.