You point and shoot, how hard can it be?

Lia's answers weren't as fun as his own were, but because he liked her Zeph figured it would be fine to indulge her silliness. Narrowing his eyes into a deep squint, tucking in his underdeveloped wings and flattening his crown, the chick entered his battle pose. He did feel more fierce, so perhaps the fire-kissed female had a point. Basilisk seemed to like the answer too and continued on encouraging them to practice the poses.

Soft things? Zephyr paused in his battle pose to consider where other soft bits could be, but as Basilisk mentioned that he couldn't reach a wolf's nose, his beak fell open in childlike defiance. "No! I battled a teeny wolf and kicked her nose so bad she cried." The hatchling insisted. "Like, this!"

Sprinting forward toward the practice dummy in breakneck pace (read: very slowly) in his aforementioned battle post, Zephyr prepared to maul another nose. Once he was close enough he leaned all his weight to one side, throwing his wing down to try and stabilize himself so his furthest talon could bat angrily at the air below the dummy's fake muzzle. "Just a second." He grunted, hopping on his one stabilizing talon to try and reach a greater height.

"Zephyr"