Bloody Sword

The two birds locked eyes. That cruel smart chicken's glasses clinked as he strutted forward, not even giving the vagabond of a bird a second glance, but as their paths crossed the blade was drawn. As his head left his body Glasses never know which of his various crimes had been avenged in this instant.

Perhaps Chicken Maker has been lacking in excitement of late. I probably need to play more violent video games or something to keep the creative juices flowing and the thrills of our sporadic chicken art coming. Of course this isn't gory. I aim for a firm T rating on this website. This is just nice clean bloodshed.