[Mental note: Don't let Zhao babysit anything. He'll scare the kids if that sort of tone is what he considered positive. But they could both be glad that vision wasn't a factor for unborn owls locked in their shells. The egg may be twitching and cooing, but what lay inside didn't seem entirely ready to emerge yet. Still, the egg seemed fine, but for how long depended upon them. Secured in a nearby tree's hollowed opening sounded like a perfect spot.]
Let's see... You first, little thieving fucker-
[But Madhuri was having herself a grand old time keeping the thieves as busy as she could. Her axe embedded into the supple flesh of the first, and upon a pivot and a whip of the handle, brought the blades back to her side, tearing clean through on its way back. What was a warrior without her beloved Fell Cleave? The snoyote walked a few paces, hissing before it slipped in its own gore, and fell not to rise again. Torn from hip to lips, there wasn't much chance of fleeing to heal.
The other circled, noticed the meal was going to get away, but was thrown off-center with a shoulder charge from the warrior. The last hooted a call for help. Two other voices joined from a distance. They would be here shortly.]
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[Mental note: Don't let Zhao babysit anything. He'll scare the kids if that sort of tone is what he considered positive. But they could both be glad that vision wasn't a factor for unborn owls locked in their shells. The egg may be twitching and cooing, but what lay inside didn't seem entirely ready to emerge yet. Still, the egg seemed fine, but for how long depended upon them. Secured in a nearby tree's hollowed opening sounded like a perfect spot.]
Let's see... You first, little thieving fucker-
[But Madhuri was having herself a grand old time keeping the thieves as busy as she could. Her axe embedded into the supple flesh of the first, and upon a pivot and a whip of the handle, brought the blades back to her side, tearing clean through on its way back. What was a warrior without her beloved Fell Cleave? The snoyote walked a few paces, hissing before it slipped in its own gore, and fell not to rise again. Torn from hip to lips, there wasn't much chance of fleeing to heal.
The other circled, noticed the meal was going to get away, but was thrown off-center with a shoulder charge from the warrior. The last hooted a call for help. Two other voices joined from a distance. They would be here shortly.]
They think they have numbers on their side...