Indeed, the Third Chicken was very cautious. It didn't attack Motan immediately and instead cautiously edged along the edge of the field, occasionally letting out a deep "caw."
Remember, last time it had fought with Motan, the fight started the moment the boundary disappeared.
"It's treating me like a formidable opponent." Riding a self-destructing sheep, Motan wasn't rushing, instead calmly circling while keeping his eyes on the Third Chicken. "This is quite…"
Whoosh~
"Caw!"
A howling sound and a scream echoed across the field at the same time. The Third Chicken suddenly accelerated, charging at the sheep underneath Motan like a flash of lightning. Its icy beak aimed straight at the sheep's belly.
Not only did it seize the opportunity to rush Beeny into Motan's blind spot, but it also chose a very tricky angle of attack. If not for the self-destructing sheep morph of Motan's mount and instead it was a warhorse… the consequences could have been unimaginable.