The "Infantry".

[Scott McLamok]

*Shoves armored boot into the birds mouth* Chew on that..

[lass of something much]

*the massive bird chomps happily on Scott's footpaw*

[Scott McLamok]

*Shoves foot deeper*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass pulls on Scott's arm

S'ott, de big meany bird gonna eat us?

*the bird eats Scott's footpaw*

[Scott McLamok]

No. I got this all under control.

(This would make a funny drawing)

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass shivers and clings onto Scott's paw

S'ott.. I cold...

[Scott McLamok]

*Grabs several handwarmers and gives it to Lass* Just shake them. *Grab the birds beak and starts opening the mouth way wider than it should*

[lass of something much]

*the bird chomps on Scott*

* Infant Lass gets stuck in one of the pawwarmers

[Scott McLamok]

*Shifts Lass around* Stop scratching my armor. Ya big goof ball...

[lass of something much]

* Tiny Lass sucks on her paw and yawns

O'tay, S'ott...

[Scott McLamok]

Uhhh go to sleep kid....Mr. bird we are in a stalemate...

[One-Eye the wildcat]

*shoots the bird with an RPG, obliterating 68% of it's body mass*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass Yelps at the sound and bursts into tears

[Scott McLamok]

*Picks up Lass and hugs her* Shhh

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass  Who by now is very tired and scared simply sobs, and grips onto Scott's paw