A sound not entirely unlike a rake dragged across concrete circled the shadows around the senshi, almost patchily, as though heard through the intermittent static of a not quite too distant radio station before stopping entirely. Pinpricks of red materialized with the biting stench of sulfur as the rusty scraping shifted, joining in cacophonous harmony with the unholy clucking of the sort one might expect if an administrative error staffed Hell with chickens.
Lacking enough sense of theatricality to stage a proper buildup the fowl beast flew from its hiding place, airborne from its haunch-launched efforts and flapping toward Tempesti with more speed than she’d have expected from a bird so heavy. Talons caught her sleeve, throwing her off balance with an indignant hiss and for what felt like the thousandth time she wondered if every one of these birds she’d encountered were in fact a single animal. A cranky, vengeful animal.