Bonetrousle

sans appeared behind it in a blur of motion. “i guess you prefer your wings boneless.” He raised his arm, directing a second bone spike into the back of the chicken’s neck, only for his attack to whistle through empty air.
sans looked up just in time to see a mass of feathers bearing down on him--the chicken had once again cut through space, reemerging above his head. “I’ll sit on you like an egg!”