[Red has no problem fending for himself. He can't snap at the birds as he likes, but he does bob and weave around them, much to their ire. They honk and flap their wings in an attempt to stop him, but it's around then that those strange puffs of light appear from beneath the surface. One hits a blot-bird, making it squawk and burst into ink on contact.]
[The other birds hastily take wing to avoid getting hit, but Red isn't fortunate enough to have wings. He narrowly misses being caught in one of the blasts, but he feels the heat from one, feeling his fur get uncomfortably warm. Too close for his comfort, but at least he can make a break for the exit.]
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[The other birds hastily take wing to avoid getting hit, but Red isn't fortunate enough to have wings. He narrowly misses being caught in one of the blasts, but he feels the heat from one, feeling his fur get uncomfortably warm. Too close for his comfort, but at least he can make a break for the exit.]