"I was mostly tired of seeing these stupid kids dying." Tactics was an art. Knowing when to go, when to retreat, where to hit hard and where to slip the knife between the ribs and twisting. He crossed his arms over Marco and snorted a feathery yellow hair frond away from his nose.

"You are mine. Maybe I'll tell them you're just a glittery turkey. That'll turn the off fast enough. Or just a pretty parrot. Marky wanna cracker?"