The Hidden (Animorphs, Book 39)
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The pint-sized Helmacrons left some morph-tracking technology behind, and the Yeerks have found it. As if avoiding a full-scale Animorphs hunt isn't enough, Cassie and the others must keep the morphing cube moving--so it doesn't land in the wrong hands.
groaned. "Noooo! Come on, am I the only one educated in cartoon combat?" We all stared at Marco. "Oh, for . . . He drops an anvil on him! Don't you get it? We need to drop an anvil on the helicopter!" "Ahhh," Jake said slowly. "Okay, yeah. It's perfect. We can't do it over the woods, though. The last thing we need is to cause a fire or something." Everything was falling into place. "We lure the helicopter out over the ocean. And then we drop the anvil," I said calmly. Jake smiled. "The sooner
lethal. Where I could use him most effectively. And I had to use my own buffalo morph so we could fight side by side with full power. I focused on my human DNA. Demorphed as rapidly as I could, trying not to give the buffalo time to mimic me. I went from tired, wounded wolf to puny, human girl and then bulked right back up again, growing a fresh, thick hide and sharp, curving horns. The buffalo began to darken and swell, mimicking my shape, demorphing back into his true form. It eyed me
the air. It splattered the Hork-Bajir in front of me and sent it howling and writhing to the ground. The holes in its skin bubbled and stank. I wheeled. Powered up my short, muscular legs. And with a loud, snorting call to the buffalo, barreled to the edge of the drop-off and jumped. Chapter 16 Terror. Sheer panic. Falling was nothing like flying. No control at all. My buffalo instincts went insane. I bellowed, legs scrabbling for something, anything, to hold on to. My heart slammed
Controllers back at the roadblock were completely lost. The buffalo's hearing - my hearing now - absorbed and gauged every sound, checking for any potential threat to my herd. My depth perception wasn't so great, but I had a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree, wide-angle range of vision, which was going to make it pretty tough for anyone to sneak up on me. This was a good thing. I couldn't run very fast - nowhere near the speed of my wolf morph - but what the buffalo lacked in miles per hour, it