The chicken hanging on Zane's head suddenly flapped harder like it had discovered its life purpose—and that purpose was violence.
Tessa wasn't spared either as she sprinted after them furiously, but the chickens clearly had other plans.
"Stop scratching me, you bird-brain!" Zane thundered with a growl, baring his sharp teeth instantly.
The chickens answered with victorious screeches, running wildly around the clearing while dodging every attempt to catch them. Tessa stopped for a second, gasping for breath before staring at the chaotic scene in complete disbelief.
They were losing against chickens.
Actual chickens.
"No way..." she muttered, rubbing her forehead in exhaustion. "Did that chicken just defeat you?" she asked, accidentally rage-baiting Zane into immediate offense.
The huge crocodile snapped his head toward her.
