"HMMMM," Stephanos crossed his heavy metal arms, "Those don't look like birds. They don't look like birds, AT ALL!!"
Tycon took a deep breath. Then he took another. Still, the urge to pick up fallen debris and smash it against the Idiot's horned head abated only slightly.
"Correct," He grumbled.
He feared that, in trying to say more, he would act in a manner atypical of a gentleman.
"Say... Brother-Tycon," The gorgon mumbled.
"What is it, Brother-Stephanos?" Responded the snake.
"I don't feel like fighting anymore."
"Granted."
Tycon began walking back to his Centurion, "Come, Brother-Zenon. The three of us must away, lest the forces of heaven decide to grace us with their presence."
"Tycon!" Stephanos shouted, "What... the HELLS is that?!"
