"It's Flint." Flint dropped into a crouch, his eyes focused on the
Kiwi bird. In an instant he pounced and landed on it, snapping its
neck with a twist of his head. He got to his feet and turned
around, his jaws still wrapped around the bird. "Call me
Quickpounce!" he grinned through the feathers.
Promptly the three other Kiwi birds that'd been hiding behind it
tore off.
He whirled around and stared at them as they left. "Uh... whoops."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
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