[ "Respond very well," what, does the sword have feelings? Even if Mafuyu knew, what sort of stupid sword turns back into a pen? There's no time to argue any of that, though, if Percy doesn't feel like getting eaten today.
Okay.
Okay. ]
I'll do it. Get out of the way.
[ Forget distraction— if it's going to bite, let it come. Mafuyu rushes towards the cockatrice and, as expected, it turns its head towards her and opens its beak. It's honestly terrifying up close, mouth so wide it could probably swallow her whole. But instead of pulling away, she puts herself inside that mouth, foot stomping down hard enough that there's a crack of the jaw dislocating, her other hand shooting up to pry open the top half of the beak, holding its mouth open. ]
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Okay.
Okay. ]
I'll do it. Get out of the way.
[ Forget distraction— if it's going to bite, let it come. Mafuyu rushes towards the cockatrice and, as expected, it turns its head towards her and opens its beak. It's honestly terrifying up close, mouth so wide it could probably swallow her whole. But instead of pulling away, she puts herself inside that mouth, foot stomping down hard enough that there's a crack of the jaw dislocating, her other hand shooting up to pry open the top half of the beak, holding its mouth open. ]