LOREN
Wrestling with the still dying Ningo, Loren shook it in his jaws. Stiffening a bit as Deimos spoke, the healer clawed at the bird, trying to get it to be still. Thanks, he shot back in a drawl. In the corner of his eye, he saw the General take another down.
However, now that the Ningos had a target on the ground, they shifted tactics. Squawking in outrage as much as fear, the ones that remained turned and swarmed towards the honey badger. When they reached him, they started pecking and battering him with their wings.
Snarling, he released his catch, which flopped aside, blood pouring out onto the snow. He bit and smacked at the flock, trying to drive them off so he could isolate one and take it down, or at least make one an easier target for the Sword.
However, now that the Ningos had a target on the ground, they shifted tactics. Squawking in outrage as much as fear, the ones that remained turned and swarmed towards the honey badger. When they reached him, they started pecking and battering him with their wings.
Snarling, he released his catch, which flopped aside, blood pouring out onto the snow. He bit and smacked at the flock, trying to drive them off so he could isolate one and take it down, or at least make one an easier target for the Sword.
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