Never one to waste an unnecessary word, Deimos launched himself upwards and Jigano waited a few breaths before following. The eagle's wings were larger and more powerful, but the raven's body was lighter and easier to propel. A good thing if he was dodging, a bad thing if he was struck. It was what made this training an interesting match; it wasn't just about keeping away from the opponent, but also getting close enough to try and grab their 'sun.' Agility would play an important role, but so would strength. He remembered snatching tailfeathers between he and Kiada last year while their companions had looked on. This was a more refined version of that, with far less laughter and far more awareness of what they had lost by not being enough in previous trials.
Wisdom dictated that he keep his distance from the eagle, but Jigano's wisdom had come up far too short far too often. Today he pushed himself with a reckless edge, flapping mightily to catch the golden-feathered General, bucking all common sense by aiming straight for his tailfeathers and making a snatch with his beak at the trailing shiny that all his corvid instincts urged him to claim.
Wisdom dictated that he keep his distance from the eagle, but Jigano's wisdom had come up far too short far too often. Today he pushed himself with a reckless edge, flapping mightily to catch the golden-feathered General, bucking all common sense by aiming straight for his tailfeathers and making a snatch with his beak at the trailing shiny that all his corvid instincts urged him to claim.
