Mathilda and Frederick the Bird scared each other down. It had been a rough afternoon, with one of Mathilda's hair pins coming loose and messing up her braid. Plus she had found a hole in her jacket.
Stomping outside, she had run across from this bird, and after a minute or two of staring, the birds flew up, and positioned itself to attack.
MATH: 50 FRED: 25 Weapon: 4 + 1 roll
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This enemy can be fought solo!
A lone bird spots you and glides in to attack. As you get close to it, you notice that while it's the size and rough shape of an eagle, it's not at all natural: its beak is made of bronze and its feathers are metallic and razor sharp. It attacks by launching feathers at you, or flinging its poisonous dung.
Hit points: 25 Damage: 5 each time attacked
If you successfully kill this bird, each party involved in the battle gets 10XP and rolls 1d100 to collect loot according to the following:
1-80: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent. 81-90: Poisonous Dung: You manage to collect a vial of the vile stuff. It can thrown at an opponent once to poison them, dealing 1 damage for 3 turns. After this it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever. 91-99: Heart's Blood: You manage to collect a vial of the creature's blood. It can be used once to replenish 3 HP, at which point it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever. 100: Metal Feather: Once per battle, you can backstab with this small dagger. Add 2 to your final damage. This item is reusable, and remains in your inventory.
Mathilda threw her dagger a the bird as it came in a clipped her hand. The blade fell to the ground, burying itself in the snow. Mathilda cursed and dove after it, her hair falling in her face.
This time the bird went from below, aiming for the blondes knee. Mathilda smirked and moved sideways, hitting the bird head with the butt of her blade.
The bird fell to the ground. Mathilda smirked and poked its wing, satisfied it was down for a while. A moment later, she found herself with a face full of bird.
The bird lay on the ground, flapping around. They both knew it was over, but the bird wasn't going down without one last fight. In one last, amazing effort, it went for her boot. Mathilda sunk her dagger into its back.
