"Nah, I got this one!" Holdar manages to get out before the giant chicken reaches him. He manages to dodge the first attack from it's beak, his axe narrowly missing it's neck but biting into one of the overgrown animal's wings.
The chicken's next attack is more succesful, it's beak stabbing into Holdar's right shoulder, though thankfully not deep enough to cause serious damage.
"Oof, you stupid-" the trollkin's words are cut off as his feathered foe kicks off to scratch at his chest, though it's claws fail to cut through the shaman's leather armor. Holdar retaliates with a blow to the chicken's head, which finally get's the job done. The headless body actually manages to remains on it's feet for a while before falling over, much to Holdar's surprise.
Once he is sure the chicken is dead he sheathes his axe and set's his apothecary kit down beside him.
"Right, let's see what we have here... This might take a bit, feel free to go check if you can find any others. I doubt I will get anything too strong out of this one, but there should be plenty of meat and animal fat. And who knows, I might be wrong."
Holdar sits down next to the dead chicken carving knife in hand, the wound on his shoulder already starting to knit back together as he begins his work...
Hope that wasn't too anticlimatic for you :p Unfortunately even a mutated giant chicken probably doesn't count as a predator for the purposes of creating a feral charm and I doubt Holdar would get any exotic ingredients out of it. Though there might be some mutagenic extract hidden somewhere in there depending on the experiments their creator performed on them.
edited 24th Nov '15 2:36:37 PM by Nightraid
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it."Yeah, kind of surprising if you think about it. Maybe strange things happen all the time in this place. You would think at least my display of magic would get a reaction out of them. But eh, all the better."
Holdar will take his time working on the chicken, taking everything he can use as ingredients and offering the rest to Shepard as food. I guess this would be a good point to call it a day. G'night everybody ^^
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Kohaku: -_-
Well, now you just find a master to teach you more, I guess.
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