Chapter IV: This Means War.
Kullervo's screech filled the barn as his wing beat tried to dissipate me, but with my form already taking I could not be forced off course.
I roared as before the eagle stood a nemean lion however there was an exception, the feathered wings that spread from my back. My grey colouring appeared more natural than his midnight blue hue.
"So you are going to fight me brother?"
"I can no longer ignore what you've done, Kullervo." I raked my claws across thew stone floor - hopefully in an intimating fashion. He laughed but still held the universal in on e foot, I needed him to let her go before I could fight.
"You seem troubled Ivor, you want to fight me but not to injure my trophy. For the universal is my trophy now." Again he laughed, I snarled.
"Let her go"
"She is my trophy." He was gloating.
"Let her go."
"She is my trophy."
"Just let her go, Kullervo."
"She is mine, now brother. Does that anger you? She looks just like Marie doesn't she?" I roared enraged.
"Connie Lionheart is not Marie. Now LetHer Go!" I ran at the bird, he attempted to fly the way he had come but the window was too small. His empty foot landed across my muzzle, I twisted around him as I kicked out and with some satisfaction heard his groan as my clawed back paw connected with his head and beak forcing him to drop the universal. I instantly flew down and caught her jacket in my teeth, I swiftly landed to put her back on her feet. I bowed when she regained her balance. Although neither of us saw Kullervo as his beak punched into my shoulder blade nearly severing it completely. I turned away from the universal as I roared in agony at the stubborn eagle; my paw swung out tearing into his wing forcing him to shape shift.
He dissolved and reappeared as a chimera; in the air I douched a flamethrower from the lions mouth, his tail attempted to bite my flank but it was flicked away by my own tail. I took a risk and landed in his blindspot despite his extra ordinary scenes of smell. As I expected the ram head took a shot at my side; I somehow twisted around and managed to wrestle him to the ground my jaws clamped around the goats curved horns; my tail wrapped itself around its counterpart. My front paws weree firmly placed over the lions head, nose and mouth, in all honesty I doubted he would make it out of this one alive; and then with my exhaustion I doubted I would either.