Prince Charmbirb Gertrude. Someone with a title longer than Nemesis could care to listen to, and he did not mention the Merrymen, only got a nervous, flighty look in his eyes. Her dark blue eyes narrowed, navy shooting daggers at the violent flash of green feathers.

He looked like a shrub. He would burn nicely.

"Prince, hm? The Queen of Thieves likes Princes. They always have valuables for her to steal, and they're gulliable fools," she hissed, a cruel smile gracing her wide lips. She took a step forward, though she kept her head low to the ground still.

Her boring, pale stony skin turned dark around the edges, the smell of burning skin so familiar and delightful to her filling her nostrils. The gemstone set nestled between her horns glowed like hot flames, vibrant and orange, and like hundreds of matches had been set along her body, her massive, crushing feet, ears and long, sweeping tail caught the blaze in an instant.

The towering beast of power held back a cackle under the crackle of flames.

"I am Nemesis, your worst nightmare, poultry! This is the territory of the Merrymen, and we don't take to your kind nicely, prince! Leave now or I'll squash you flat and feed you to my Princess!"

This talking green eggs and turkey defeated the Bonebound? Unlikely. Cocky sod was going to get what was coming to him, at any rate. Nemesis let him take off into the air, but only because he was coming towards her. Just what she wanted. Her gem was burning hot on her face from the smolder step spell, meaning if he dared get close he risked getting burned.

"BRING IT, BROCCOLI BIRD!" The trino roared back, tensing her muscles. He came down for her eyes and she waited until the last moment to throw her head up, aiming to gore him with her horns and send him tumbling through the air. He managed to draw steaming hot blood from her face with his sharp beak, but hopefully her attempt to injure him back would work out just as well.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
GERTRUDE V. NEMESIS
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

{ ATTEMPT }

~ GORE THE BIRD

{ DEFENSES }

~ using horns to guard herself

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• sore body, recovering from fight with fisher

~ current injuries;;

• bloody brow

Nemesis would have never expected a bird to aim so low. He dove under her body, his sharp, deadly gem cutting deep through her ribs. Quickly, she stumbled, trying to pick up her feet and step on the bird-- but it was a tricky thing. He was fast.

Cursing under her breath, the trino brought her large tail around to her flank, trying to cover the now bleeding, steaming wound. Her tail was hardly flexible enough to reach her ribs with ease, but hopefully he wouldn't be able to sweep under her so easily next time.

She would stomp, crush, and gore the hell out of this intruder.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
GERTRUDE V. NEMESIS
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

{ ATTEMPT }

~ STOMP HIM!!!!

{ DEFENSES }

~ use tail to guard wounded flank

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• sore body, recovering from fight with fisher

~ current injuries;;

• bloody brow
  
• slash across lower ribs (near stomach)

Gertrude was on the run. Nemesis felt a smirk cross her lips as she craned her head towards the bird, inhaling as the green turkey tried to get out of the way. He would barely scrape by-- but that wouldn't stop her from exhaling a fiery breath. She didn't care if she hit herself with the move-- she just wanted to roast all of those pretty obnoxious feathers off of his plump body.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
GERTRUDE V. NEMESIS
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

{ ATTEMPT }

~ TORCH HIM!!! BURN OFF ALL HIS FEATHERS!!!

{ DEFENSES }

~ use tail to guard wounded flank

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• sore body, recovering from fight with fisher

~ current injuries;;

• bloody brow
  
• slash across lower ribs (near stomach)