[Libertas Omnium Maximus]

As the live chicken squawked its way down onto Willis' head, a certain sense of clarity washed over her. The chicken could be a meat shield. At that, willis grabbed the chicken by the body and tossed it upwards, intercepting several large bowls of soup. It wasn't the moral thing to do but it gave her a brief second to begin scaling the wall. By the time the chicken had the sense to stop desperately trying to fly out of harm's way, Willis was nearly at the next level. She just needed to keep calm and ignore the stream of lukewarm soup being dumped on her head. It worked, she was able to pull her body over the ledge with relative easy. The poor chicken had tumbled all the way down the pyramid and was now squawking angrily at the bottom.