[ In that case, they have to fight now. It's been decided.

Before he could try to ask another question, he let out a sharp hiss as the bird flung its feet around into it clawed against his hand and freed itself from its temporary confinement. Sweet freedom. For now. Caramia was still quite hot ]

Well, they're going to have to get used to it. By the end of this, I'll be known as "Caramia, Conqueror of Weird Chickens".

Would you mind helping me? We could corner them easier with two people.