As Locke found himself a perch from which to take advantage of the bottleneck, he glanced to his left. Surely enough, the Greatspur flock is altering their course, gobbling turning inquisitive as they sniff out the bait.

The pilot quickly clambers up to a high and sturdy tree branch, his chosen perch, and from here, his visor is able to highlight everyone present. Yumi may be distant, but he can identify her by the scythe leaning into her hold.

Everyone is in position. He watches and waits, smirking a bit to himself at how cartoonish this was probably gonna look in but a few moments.

The thunderous, ponderous steps of the Greatspurs grows more intense as the gap closes… before they spot Aramis, and the tasty snack he carries. Their gobbling turns aggressive, and they bristle as they prepare to charge.

[i]GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE![/i]

Thus, with the absurdly ground-shaking call of their kind, the chase begins.