[He's just about to go in for a third blow, and maybe reach over to rip out a fistful of feathers, when he hears the tiny screech of the owl. His eyes flick up and...suddenly his view is blocked by a very angry flurry of wings and talons and beak.
He isn't trying to hit Yuan anymore. He throws his arms over his face to shield it, instinctively curling his body protectively. What in the--?]
...and suddenly I notice all the typing and html fail up there
He isn't trying to hit Yuan anymore. He throws his arms over his face to shield it, instinctively curling his body protectively. What in the--?]