The street was utter chaos. A poultry war zone. Gallinaceous hatred.
The Sinners stared in diverse states of disbelief as raw chickens tried to either murder or eat passerby. Ishmael's eyebrows were almost glued to her hairline by surprise. Ryōshū seemed to be contemplating the most efficient way to get rid of this new invasive species. Hong Lu could have been watching a documentary. Sinclair clung to his halberd.
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