There was only battle now! Virelai was as invested as Colonel Sanders was, oblivious to Lera's attempts to cease their duel. Two warriors were locked in combat. This was a matter of honor.
Virelai held her ground-- also a matter of honor-- and thrust her palms against Colonel Sanders' beak with the confidence she could stop his ramming charge with her strength alone.
It was a miscalculation.
Her strength only held a few moments before the bird was able to bowl her over. Virelai tumbled, scrambling to find her footing without being sliced by his talons. A weapon would have been improper against this rival. They would fight only with what nature gave them, and she would counter his attack in kind.
With a fierce battle cry (a softer, Vivi battle cry), she popped back to her feet with aims to headbutt Colonel Sanders in his feathery chest.
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Virelai held her ground-- also a matter of honor-- and thrust her palms against Colonel Sanders' beak with the confidence she could stop his ramming charge with her strength alone.
It was a miscalculation.
Her strength only held a few moments before the bird was able to bowl her over. Virelai tumbled, scrambling to find her footing without being sliced by his talons. A weapon would have been improper against this rival. They would fight only with what nature gave them, and she would counter his attack in kind.
With a fierce battle cry (a softer, Vivi battle cry), she popped back to her feet with aims to headbutt Colonel Sanders in his feathery chest.