Rose
Seriously considering yelling at the jokers staring and leering at them, Rose tore her scowl away from them and handed the map to Dylan. "I figured we could use this," she said, shrugging, and glaring over Dylan's shoulder as the men openly approached them in a menacing — what they thought was menacing, anyway — pack. Thrusting her hands on her hips and keeping the fingertips of her right hand on the hilt of her dagger, she pivoted around Dylan and faced the gang. They were all wearing white shirts — one of New York's many unofficial wanna-be gangs. "Hey there, kiddies," said what appeared to be the leader — the one in the front, who was much stockier than the others but undoubtedly the ringmaster, "What'cha doing out here by yourselves? These streets are dangerous."
He flashed his teeth, which were yellow and one was chipped. Rose's eyes narrowed. "Not that it's your concern," she said hotly, "but we're not alone. Our parents are in there getting us donuts." No sooner had she said this than the couple that she'd been referring to had exited the building, not noticing the hulking men standing by them. The leader noticed them, however, and his lips pulled back in a creepy smile. "You mean,
those parents?" he asked as the couple got in their Mercury and drove away. "Listen, buddy," began Rose, marching up to the guy and poking him in the chest, keeping eye contact. But... wait. She frowned slightly. She hadn't felt...
feathers under his shirt, had she? She glanced up at the guy, suspicion in her eyes — and gasped. Where his face had been was now replaced by a rooster's, except it had shark teeth, fangs, and... dragon wings, and a serpent's tail.
"He's a — a cockatrice!" she heard Martin say in a shrill voice. "Don't look in his eyes! You'll die!"
Rose automatically unsheathed her dagger, watching as the other five men — monsters — turned into identical cockatrice.
((Running out of good monsters! xD I looked up "Greek and Roman Monsters" and these caught my eye.
Cockatrice - A flying part-rooster/part-snake that could kill with its stare.
A picture:
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs40/i/2009/ ... sonArt.jpg ))