[b]“Because we’re [i]children[/i],” [/b]was Esfir’s response to the martial artist runt. [b]“We can afford to be as such.”[/b]

None of them knew yet, after all, how cruel this world could be. None of them knew where they stood amidst the creatures of the forest, and none of them knew of what laid beyond the forest. And certainly, none of them had the tools for building a home to begin with. Though a violence-based meritocracy founded by a pillager-race was not something that Esfir particularly approved of, her past experiences had formed her present decisions. One could only afford scruples after one’s present and future were secure.

And now, for those horned chickens…

Without a second thought, she passed her rock to the martial artist. Similar weapons better fit one accustomed to using two hands. The stick Esfir kept, holding it in one hand as her ears swivelled gradually. She had heard three, but three hardly made a human family. 
They could do three though. Three for one.

[b]“It’s in that bush. One grab its body, the other its horns. Keep clear of the head, it breathes fire. Third break its neck or crush its throat. Do it clean, do it quick. If other chickens come out in defense, I’ll block them out while you three kill one. If you can’t do it clean, just do it quick.”[/b] She rotated her wrist. So novel, how it spun without cracking and popping. [b]"If there's more than three of them, we need to cull them faster than they can come."[/b]

The Spirit gave her a blizzard and from experience, Esfir knew. Even a dry gust could blind and repulse.

[b]“Go.”[/b]
[sub][@Kazemitsu][@King Cosmos][@Crusader Lord][/sub]