After parting from Dura-san I slowed down while descending.
"Fū fū fū fūūn… Danger Zone!
Fū fū fū fūūn… Danger Zone!"
Singing only the chorus of a Western song I partially remembered, I pretended to be unused to flying and intentionally repeated rising and falling while weaving.
Alright. Just as planned, two cockatrices came up behind me. I set the output of wind-pressure masturbation to the minimum and dropped my speed to the limit…
3, 2, 1, now!
For just an instant I raised the output of wind-pressure masturbation and rose slightly.
Gachin!
A cockatrice tried to bite my head. No—tried to swallow me.
Having gotten close I realized these things have a wingspan of at least five meters.
Like toothless birds that swallow their prey whole, they intend to swallow me whole.
Probably if it was about the size of a human they could gulp it down in one go.
But too bad for them.
