four and twenty black birds

Poem attempted to hang on to her opponent’s back as long as possible, but she didn’t have the knee strength to cling on as Theta started to circle around. Poem bit down harder, but ultimately her grip caused her to topple onto the ground. She she lost her grip Poem would roll away, a fit of giggles as she cartwheeled off her opponent’s shoulders. That had been a fun time. Much more fun than her bout with Noir.

As she came to a halt there was a sudden pressure on her haunches. With the sound of wings and angry baby raven noises. Poem’s blue and lavender eyes stared surprised at the young raven that stood upon her and challenged Theta. She felt herself beam as the bird attempted to protect her. She couldn’t help but laugh with glee.

”We’re just playin’!” She tried to soothe the bird as he flapped his wings and cracked his beak menacingly.