Sneaky and furtive, furtive and sneaky.
Not fearing death, the Yellow-throated Marten was slowly approaching.
Chen Ying watched coldly as those little fellows courted death; there was nothing to be done—nature was just that cruel.
He certainly could have scared away those bold martens, but the problem was if they were to fail this time, they'd still dare to try next time.
The saying "having the cutest face, but throwing the fiercest punches" described them perfectly.
Two Yellow-throated Martens lay in ambush, before and after the falcon, but the latter took flight before danger struck, circling in the sky and swooping down, snatching one of the martens that hadn't managed to retreat in time.
That marten was gripped by the throat in the claws of the falcon, carried up into the sky, and then, as the falcon released its hold, the marten fell from the heavens.
Fortunately, Chen Ying dodged swiftly; otherwise, he would have really had a marten on his head.