[ Chicken in the sense that he's playing chicken, maybe, but no further than that. Where a chicken has a beak, Howl has knife-like teeth emerging from uncovered gums, somewhat akin to the maw of an alligator. Where a chicken scratches at the ground with scrawny claws, Howl has the massive talons of a hawk. And... most significantly, Howl is as big and heavy as an elephant.
As that elephant-sized monster hurdles toward her at blistering speed, her arrows start to thunk into his flesh. One lands squarely in his upper right chest; the second whizzes through the secondaries of his right wing, barely missing flesh; the third clips his right shoulder and keeps going, rending a gash in the skin beneath feathers. But as Howl had wagered, a few arrows will not stop him, provided they do not hit his Shard or pierce through his skull — and indeed, with the slightest skewing of his dive angle to the left, he's made sure they would only pepper his right side, missing his center.
Now, Hayame has the full force of Howl's weight and size barreling towards her. At the last second, Howl's wings flare outward, his momentum thrusting his open talons forward with lethal speed. The wizard has no idea what sort of weak points this centaur woman might have, but she clearly has a spine, and it's exposed. If his talons meet their mark in this critical fraction of a second, it would be akin to six swords plunging into the flesh lining her spine. ]
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As that elephant-sized monster hurdles toward her at blistering speed, her arrows start to thunk into his flesh. One lands squarely in his upper right chest; the second whizzes through the secondaries of his right wing, barely missing flesh; the third clips his right shoulder and keeps going, rending a gash in the skin beneath feathers. But as Howl had wagered, a few arrows will not stop him, provided they do not hit his Shard or pierce through his skull — and indeed, with the slightest skewing of his dive angle to the left, he's made sure they would only pepper his right side, missing his center.
Now, Hayame has the full force of Howl's weight and size barreling towards her. At the last second, Howl's wings flare outward, his momentum thrusting his open talons forward with lethal speed. The wizard has no idea what sort of weak points this centaur woman might have, but she clearly has a spine, and it's exposed. If his talons meet their mark in this critical fraction of a second, it would be akin to six swords plunging into the flesh lining her spine. ]