NPC; BIRDZ
It appears that the bird attacks come in waves with long intervals between. The reason for this does not seem clear as yet.
Organization.
Ultimately, that is the key.
And timing. That was also the key.
And-
"Jesus Vergil, just fucking fly, wouldja?"
The Birds were coming.
Were there hundreds? Thousands? Their black bodies were too tightly knit together to tell; but they came like a wave, and they came fast. Their wings, hundreds of them moving together simultaneously sounded like a dull buzz as they neared. The sound was so uniform, that it could be the wind…almost. But there was something too sinister in the even, forceful, pounding of it, that would seem say, This isn't the wind. What it actually seemed to say was, "You're fucked"
The direction in which Tor was gazing, looked probably as if a giant black screen was slowly being raised from the horizon, to the skyline. They moved solidly, in uniform. Organization is key, after all. They were still too far away to determine breed, or even size, but it was clear now from the slight variance of movement around the edges, that they were definitely avian. In their entirety, their flock spanned about 50 feet across, and 20 feet high, although as they flew this shape ebbed and flowed. To Tor and Destrier, it likely appeared slow and deliberate, liked the fins of a giant sting-ray, gently moving up and down. Within the flock however, there were orders and criticisms being flung about. And if Tor and Destrier could hear these voices, they would have sounded like they spoke with a poor-mans accent. "Can't we 'ust get 'em a'ready?" "Keep yar bugger feet of'a me!" "Now Lads! Remember! Organization is-" (In Unison) "SHUT UP VIRGIL"
The Birds were coming.
*Quote from Alfred Hitchcocks, The Birds.
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