He did neither and ran head on, ducking low to the ground with his wings outstretched as he fell to all fours. Shortbeak looked on disbelievingly. She wasn’t sure when he drew that cracked and broken wooden mace, but it was out all the same as the closest two, the ones who remained on the ground, lunged for him. He twisted, his wings enclosing in him, and he dived between the two of them. His centre of mass changed in an instant, and the two fell on the ground, misjudging their leap in the quarter second it took for him to remove himself from their sight.