Bird Boy clucked, hunkering down and hopping rapidly towards me in anger like a Ratatata, trying to avoid looking directly at the light reflected in my blade.
I goaded Bird Brains onwards towards the relative safety of the river. We finally reached the trees' edge, giving way to a blood slick bank. Memories of the congealed salad river of Jello red from my first encounter with SamSam made me almost laugh. We had come… not that far since then.
I drew as close to the river's edge as I could, surprised to note that the flames gave off cool air. The crow child lost his swagger, helpless to the flame's protection.
Birb Boy stuck to the shadows of the forest and cawed ardently, raking taloned feet through the air in anger. I breathed a sigh of relief, tugging my hood over my head to fend off the bloody rain.
