[Sam fires off another couple of laser bolts, picking off the bird-things trying to grab Peter before he has to twist in midair and shoot some that have been attracted by his wings.]
Falconguy? [It's muttered under his breath, and then louder:] It's just Falcon. Or Sam. I prefer Sam, actually.
[Not like his identity is exactly secret.
There's a white streak and another poof of feathers in midair, and a Very Large white bird (about the size of an eagle) settles down on the nearest building with its prize, turning its head to watch Sam and Peter.]
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Falconguy? [It's muttered under his breath, and then louder:] It's just Falcon. Or Sam. I prefer Sam, actually.
[Not like his identity is exactly secret.
There's a white streak and another poof of feathers in midair, and a Very Large white bird (about the size of an eagle) settles down on the nearest building with its prize, turning its head to watch Sam and Peter.]
How many of these assholes are there?