The bird wasnt expecting it, and bounced on the ground a few times before taking the air again, turning and going back to Sans, seeming to glare at him.

The baby bird chirped loudly, scared out of its wits.

Frisk glared at the hawk, using the same expression she would use when training hard. Or, you know, when fighting anyone besides Papyrus and Toreil. She watched it carefully, eyes narrowed.

Sans shifted his weight slightly as he met the glare with a calm, collected stare. "do you wanna try it?" He asked it. "'cause i'd advise against it."

The hawk screeched in reply and dove, talons out.

Sans backed away slightly before extending his left hand out to the side. "last warning buddy."

The hawk landed on a tree branch, watching Sans, calculating he odds of victory against him.

Sans began to slowly back away, though his eyesockets remained fixed on the hawk.

The hawk screeched and took to the sky, diving at Sans again.

Sans edged backwards, then bounded to the side, resorting to using Blue magic to pin the bird down once he was out of danger.

The bird struggled on the ground, confused.

Frisk smiled. *good job, Sans!*

The baby bird was still hiding, scared.

Sans nodded, left eye flickering from the shadow of his hood. "kid. listen. when i let go, we gotta hightail outta here before this fella gets a chance to get in the air again, capiche?"