[ Devit ended up gravitating towards the meanest looking chocobo available for racing. A mean looking bird with crazy eyes and scratches on his beak possibly from past tousles with other birds. Hell even the feather crest on it's head looked like a fucking mohawk. This was one badass bird. When it tried to bite him as soon as he was close enough, Devit knew he had a winner. ]
Your name is now Battleaxeclaymorepistolwhipknife.
[ Did the chocobo have a name before that? Probably. Devit felt his name fit it better and Battleaxe clearly agreed as it immediately tried to peck his eye out. ]
You're gonna win. I can tell. You're out for blood and none of those other chickens'll be able to fucking touch ya. We got this in the bag. Let me hear your battle cry!
[ Whether Battleaxe understood him or whether it was just getting annoyed that Devit kept avoiding it's attempts to cause him bodily harm, the chocobo belted out a mighty WARK! ]
Open to anyone!
Your name is now Battleaxeclaymorepistolwhipknife.
[ Did the chocobo have a name before that? Probably. Devit felt his name fit it better and Battleaxe clearly agreed as it immediately tried to peck his eye out. ]
You're gonna win. I can tell. You're out for blood and none of those other chickens'll be able to fucking touch ya. We got this in the bag. Let me hear your battle cry!
[ Whether Battleaxe understood him or whether it was just getting annoyed that Devit kept avoiding it's attempts to cause him bodily harm, the chocobo belted out a mighty WARK! ]