( All was quiet for a few moments, and then there it was - the dangerous shadow of large, feathery wings descending on someone moving along to their next destination. For anyone watching, it looked as if their prey was done for, the creature close to claiming its prey.

But a blur of black, red, and green swung into view just before the monster could reach its target. A small boot slammed harshly into the side of the monster's face, and there was a sharp crack as a pair of fists came down with a vicious fury onto the first part of the creature he could reach.

The monster cried out in a mix of pain and angry, and Damian kicked off the monster to land quickly, gracefully, on the ground in a wave of a dark cape, a pair of slender batarangs already between gloved fingers. )

Tt. ( He stayed crouched low, watching the monster as if it were deciding whether to continue on its quest or flee in the face of the child's wrath. After a moment, the creature seemed to decide on the latter and twisted, flapped its wings awkwardly to take off, leaving Damian and the monster's earlier prey alone. ) Stupid bird.

a. I'm looking for a game called Cheese Vikings. Has anyone heard of it?

b. If you see any stray animals, don't hurt them. Notify me immediately.