[The small red bird vanishes in a swirl of equally red smoke, and emerges as a much more substancial creature: a hawk. He snatches the last projectile out of the air as it's thrown and drops it. He circles back and re-takes the perch on her canopy.]
Someone likes playing rough.
[He's not going anywhere. Point of fact, he likes this one.]
[Spam]
Someone likes playing rough.
[He's not going anywhere. Point of fact, he likes this one.]