Survival Game

That jet engine birdbrain is gaining on me.  I can't let him catch up to me and put Tornadey in danger like this.  Not when he's still tending to his own wounds from trying to fight this psychotic bird.  Gyro Man thought to himself, trying to fly as fast as his propellers would allow him to.  He swooped to the right to hide behind a rock and recuperate, maybe even to plan a strategy.

However, a talon busted through the top of the rock and some derisive cackling could be heard.  Green eyes glanced back.  Jupiter.  Jupiter had followed him to his hiding place.  He carefully moved along the rock, trying to get to a more hidden position.

"Come on, Propeller Scum.  It's not like you to run away from a fight."  Jupiter taunted in a silky-sweet voice.  "Come out and let me rip your propellers off."

A small whirling propeller flew out from behind the rock and whizzed toward Jupiter.  "Rip this!"

Jupiter staggered back away from the rocks.  Another small whirling propeller whizzed out from behind the rocks.  With blinding speed, it struck Jupiter's left shoulder-wing.  Suddenly, Gyro Man took off, tossing one more of his Gyro Attack propellers toward Jupiter.

Jupiter winced, being knocked back slightly by the attack.  That damned propeller scum was going to get away!  He fired up his jet engines, but Gyro Man was quickly disappearing from sight.  Going.  Going.  Gone.

Gyro Man panted heavily while he flew.  He still didn't know what to do.  Should he fly for Light Laboratories and risk putting Tornado Man in danger, should Jupiter come to attack?  Or should he fly toward Skull Fortress, where he could be well-defended by his brothers while Wily repaired him?

It was a hard decision, to be fair.  He could be repaired in either place.  But...endanger his brothers?  Or endanger his boyfriend?

He just couldn't do either one, if his emotion core had anything to say.  In the end, he swooped toward Skull Fortress.  However, fate had other plans for him.  Someone was there, waiting.

Tornado Man.

"T-Tornadey?"  Gyro Man sputtered.

Tornado Man glanced up from his hand-held game while he leaned against the wall.  Gyro Man seemed more nervous.  More worried than normal.  And there was oil dripping from his left shoulder.  What had happened here?

"Gyro, what's wrong?"  He suddenly closed his handheld game and approached Gyro Man.  "Why are you bleeding?  Please tell me you didn't do something stupid..."

"Does defending myself from that Jet Engine Birdbrain count?"

"No."

"Then I didn't do anything stupid."

Tornado Man gave a stern look and smacked Gyro Man across the face.  "Liar.  You probably started the fight."

"No, he did.  With his usual 'HEY PROPELLER SCUM.'"  Gyro Man growled.

Tornado leaned in.  "Well you don't have to pay attention to it.  He's just wantin' you to react!"

"I know but..."

"No buts."

"But..."

"I said no buts, except yours, and it's going to be a kicked one if you don't get inside Gyro Man Wily."

"...Yes Tornadey."