The world faded away. There was only fight. There was only a berserker girl and a dire chicken. Names were not important. Only the dance that was battle and the exchange of blows.

Even flailing kicks from talons were dangerous. Virelai rolled out of the way, but that would give Colonel Sanders enough time to get back up. She reengaged him instantly, snapped her leg in a kick for his chest bones again.

Her balance wavered and she fell, catching herself on her hands and spinning her body in a cartwheeled kick.