He'd flown and play-fought with Kiada, but never with an eagle - not one he could watch turn with intention and strike down with dizzying speed. His initial gambit had been hoping that Deimos wouldn't expect him to come up directly from below, that he could make a grab for the sun before the General expected him to be so close, but the golden eagle took nothing for granted. As the bigger bird dove Jigano scrambled, knowing he couldn't outrace the plummeting plumage of his previous prey. Instead he pulled himself in tight, jerking his wings as he curved them around himself to change his trajectory a precious few inches - and swinging his dangling bauble away from Deimos's dive.
It was a messy dodge at best, reminiscent of why he'd come here today in the first place, and the turbulence of the eagle's passage set him to wobbling as he struggled to spread his wings again and regain his balance with a strangled croak of dismay. A glance down to determine if he could try the same tactic against his opponent revealed a golden form swiftly rising towards him once more, nearly upon him already, and it was less his conscious direction than his body's native instincts that had him arching backwards in a display of aerial flexibility, somersaulting behind the bigger bird and tugging his suncatcher just out of range of that raptoral beak.
He had raptor-surfed Kiada once before, but he wasn't quite brave enough to do the same to Deimos. He hesitated only a moment over the possibility before closing his own wings and attempting to dive down Deimos's back and snatch at his trailing glass target with a clever talon on the way past.
It was a messy dodge at best, reminiscent of why he'd come here today in the first place, and the turbulence of the eagle's passage set him to wobbling as he struggled to spread his wings again and regain his balance with a strangled croak of dismay. A glance down to determine if he could try the same tactic against his opponent revealed a golden form swiftly rising towards him once more, nearly upon him already, and it was less his conscious direction than his body's native instincts that had him arching backwards in a display of aerial flexibility, somersaulting behind the bigger bird and tugging his suncatcher just out of range of that raptoral beak.
He had raptor-surfed Kiada once before, but he wasn't quite brave enough to do the same to Deimos. He hesitated only a moment over the possibility before closing his own wings and attempting to dive down Deimos's back and snatch at his trailing glass target with a clever talon on the way past.
