"F-Fate?" Lera stammered out. She looked down at her with a concerned look. Had she hit her head too hard? She looked over her shoulder, watching Colonel Sanders walk away. Her lips pursed and she looked back down at Virelai.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "Some of those hits looked hard--um, especially that headbutt at the end."

And the fact her chicken could do martial arts fights. She felt like she should have been warned.