They would likely collide if they simultaneously propped themselves up with their hind legs. And they clashed.
But Cesur was not a leader for nothing. He had vast experience in combat. He felt sick to his stomach as he sank his teeth into Raven's neck in anger. The raven's cloudy scent of blood always created this feeling in him.
When the raven fell to the ground with a moan of pain, he quickly tried to gather himself and stood up. He watched carefully to see the next move of his brave enemy.
After completing half a turn around each other, when the anger inside Cesur did not stop, he was again the first to attack. He didn't have time to wait for Raven's clumsy tactics until evening.
Raven wasn't too late to get her claws on Cesur's back when she kicked Raven on the head. His feathers were dyed red as he staggered with a bold unexpected move.
