[He would've pecked the stranger in the face if he hadn't been so incredibly blind-sighted by the waist grab. As it is, he's too late to react and the next second, he's hurled over the crowd, across the street and into a stall selling pottery. Shards and bits of wood fly everywhere. The noise from the smashing is unbelievable, as is the screaming from the salesman.

Steelbeak was headed in the opposite direction, so no. That was not helpful.

It doesn't mean he particularly minds, though. When he steps out of the remains of the stall, rubbing his head with one hand and cracking his neck, he's grinning. That awful pun the stranger uttered before lifting him up really sealed the deal. We've got ourselves an old-fashioned hammy showdown. Just give him a few seconds to make his way across the street again. There we go.]

Hah! Time really does fly when you're having fun, huh? Maybe I oughta return the favor. I'm sure you'll get a real... kick out of it! [His foot is shooting towards Hyde's chest before he's even finished that sentence.]