[For whatever reason (dumb bird that he is) he's surprised that she's fighting back so hard, not running or cowering like the others. She's also fast, maybe even faster than he is. Her claws get his shoulder and rake through his clothes-- that'll need mending later-- and he roars with some very inspired rage.
But he's on his back before he can counter it, a pounce being a pounce, and this only further inspires him to be more of a wild thing. He struggles and he flails, teeth gnashing as he tries to get his knees between them.]
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But he's on his back before he can counter it, a pounce being a pounce, and this only further inspires him to be more of a wild thing. He struggles and he flails, teeth gnashing as he tries to get his knees between them.]