93. Chicken

If there was one thing she loved, it was duelling boys... and crushing them. And that's just what Emily was about to do, once she found herself a victim.

“She's tiny, you can crack her easy,” said one of the boys.

Emily eyed the blond, waiting for him to step up and 'be a man', but his hesitation annoyed her. Maybe he just needed some encouragement?

Raising her hands toward her armpit to form wings, she flapped them around a bit whilst making clucking sounds. Yeah go on, be a man, you can't lose to a chicken-girl right? … WRONG!