She may be shrunken in size, and things are certainly different, but High Times is determined to win. It's not that she's particularly competitive, but rather that it's so fun. She picks up handfuls of food and marvels, briefly, about the fact she has hands, and tosses it. The overripe berries splatter into magnificent, glorious, splotches of red and white over one hen whose feathers, before the point, had been a marvelous, pure, white. High Times cackles with glee and scurries over to what looks like fish. Someone is about to have a very stinky day.

Of course, the marshfowls give it back just as ruthlessly. Before long, the poof of fur atop her own head is caked in a variety of foods, most of which are actually rather tasty.... Though that's beside the point!

And as the group she's been fighting with lock eyes, High Times nods meaningfully and then jumps out ahead of the pack as she darts toward a much larger target - Story himself - fistfuls of pungent smelling something in each paw. "Hyaaaaahhhh!"

Story only looks resigned as he takes his pummeling.

Story: 78hp

A rogue chicken runs past and High Times takes the opportunity to jump aboard, steering it as best she can toward Story. The bird squawks and jumps, flapping wildly, into the air and takes High Times with it. Up and down in a rage until High Times finally flings herself free. She soars through the air and below her she can see the fight below as a smear of mud, feathers, and squashed food - utter, delightful, chaos. Now THIS is living!

Below, her mice brethren have taken up the charge against the larger foe who threatens their games.

Story HP: 74

Her fall is broken by the mud, and she lands with a loud splat! Groaning with dizziness, High Times eventually sits back up and blinks several times to clear her vision. She throws some mud at Story in the meantime.

Story HP: 71

It doesn't do much.

Sorry HP: 69

There before her stands a proud and wild looking kimeti. High Times jumps out of the way just as it takes a step forward, and she squeaks in indignation as she's forced to jump back to dodge. High Times, emboldened, puffs up her chest and squares off - her tiny teeth glinting in the light. She grabs a handful of stinky, bright red berries, and darts in, dodging the kin's attempts to kick her away (really he's just shaking off some food). At one point she jumps up and bites a toe.

Story HP: 66

Story HP: 62

The kin squawks in surprise and stumbles back, momentarily off-balance (or so she believes). High Times seizes the opportunity. With a burst of speed that belies her shrunken form, she darts in, the berries clutched firmly in her paw. She leaps, aiming for the kin'a head, and lands square on its back, her tiny claws digging into his thick hide.

Story HP: 59

Story hums in confusion, twisting around to try to see, as if trying to dislodge the diminutive rider. High Times, clinging on, laughs again, the sound high-pitched and gleeful. She won't give up no matter what! Until she slips in something wet, that is, and falls off his back with a squeak.

Story HP: 55

High Times lands with a soft thud in a patch of reeds, the wind knocked out of her. She lies there for a moment, staring up at the sky. Then, with a groan, she sits up, brushing the reeds off her fur. Her chest aches, her ears are ringing, and she's pretty sure she has a new bruise blooming on her hip, but a wide smile stretches across her face anyway. She won't give up. She looks up and then throws another rotten berry as she rushes in for round 2.

HP: 53

High Times picks up anything in reach. Food, rocks, twigs....and flings it. If she hits him in the knees enough times surely she'll bring the giant down.

HP: 45

Story is starting to look not so great. He's covered in berries, mud, stones and sticks and who knows what else. His expression looks annoyed and perhaps almost resigned though it's hard to tell with so much crud on his face. High Times feels a surge of pride and keeps going. Her arms are beginning to ache, but it's worth it!

Story HP: 39

No giving in now. "You're going down!" She yells, her tiny voice thick with glee.

Story HP: 33

"Any moment now!" She lugs another pebble at him and watches it bounce off his hoof.

Story HP: 32

"Damn it ..." She tries again.