( She crouches. She goes. If she could unstrap her feet to literally kick feathery butt, right now she would. As it is, the rolling bird-ball catches up to her near the finish line, and it's hard to say who exactly crosses the finish line first...
... Until the fireworks that fly skyward at their crossing forms a pixelated version of Alex's face in the clear blue sky. )
Take that, ostrich!
( She says, victorious! Still going! And then slammed into by the now sadly warking bird, until both Alex and the chocobo are sprawled on the ground and she's hugging its giant head.
(This is to prevent it from getting leverage for a chomp.) )
One point to the humanoids! No point to the birds!
( The chocobo, perhaps at its limit for the moment, moves its wings lightly in protest, then hwaaarks again and stays flopped. Whatever. It didn't want to win anyway! )
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... Until the fireworks that fly skyward at their crossing forms a pixelated version of Alex's face in the clear blue sky. )
Take that, ostrich!
( She says, victorious! Still going! And then slammed into by the now sadly warking bird, until both Alex and the chocobo are sprawled on the ground and she's hugging its giant head.
(This is to prevent it from getting leverage for a chomp.) )
One point to the humanoids! No point to the birds!
( The chocobo, perhaps at its limit for the moment, moves its wings lightly in protest, then hwaaarks again and stays flopped. Whatever. It didn't want to win anyway! )