And okay, Emre was trying, and it hadn't been his fault, but that drumstick came at him out of the blue, and it hit hard, and not on his brow where he had those neat protective scales. He did have a thick skull, literally, but it was enough to stun him.
Oh, wait. Hadn't he been holding someone in his arms just moments ago? He seemed to think so as he lay on his back looking at they sky. He must have misplaced that girl with the broken nose when he was assaulted by flying cooked poultry.