Humbled, as it were, by his inability to land a blow, and, accordingly, quite furious with himself as well now, Leylek can feel the red mist on his mind lower for long enough to let him weave out of the kick aimed at his head with fluid ease and, at the same time, sense an opening as the terrible nuisance of a ninja he battles bends forward from the momentum of his own downward motion. Not wasting the time on further boasting or taunts, the bird's long neck arcs forward to peck at the base of the man's neck, twice.

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Flurry of the beak: (1d20+6)[23] for (1d8+6)[11] and
(1d20+6)[8] for (1d8+6)[10]