[She makes a squawk not unlike the squawking of the bird as there is suddenly a cheerful colorful bird coming at her face.
She reacts immediately, scythe out and at the ready, though she at least has the sense of mind to not slice the bird to pieces at the last moment, instead hitting it with the flat of the blade.
The bird goes flying much like an unfortunate, squawking baseball.
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She reacts immediately, scythe out and at the ready, though she at least has the sense of mind to not slice the bird to pieces at the last moment, instead hitting it with the flat of the blade.
The bird goes flying much like an unfortunate, squawking baseball.
Ah.......]
... That was definitely not my fault.