This opponent should be fought with at least a team of 3, and must be fought outside the hotel.
The sky above you is darkened by the flutter of a large number of wings: a mass of the metallic birds that hit against each other in their attempts to be the first to attack you. There are too many to fight alone, and you are glad to have allies at your side. They attack by launching their feathers at you or by flinging their poisonous dung.
Hit points: 100 Damage: 5 each time they are attacked
If you successfully kill this bird, each party involved in the battle gets 15XP and rolls 1d100 to collect loot according to the following:
1-40: You fought a hard battle well, and gain an extra 5XP! 41-60: 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. 61-80: 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. 81-100: 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.
Chrystali
MoonRazor
Viva Viola
Misha laced her fingers behind her back and stretched, body arching with the tension as she attempted to shake out the nerves this entire situation brought into her life. She licked her lips then. Looking around, she tried to track the movements of the other Chosen. The bird which she had taken on with Mathilda had gone down so easily that she was feeling a bit eager to try it again.
Stepping away from the wall, she crouched down to stretch her legs. Then she grinned, picked up her coat and scarf, and slipped into them. "I was thinking of doing a bit of bird hunting," she called out cheerfully. "Anyone else interested?"
The songstress stood, tempered by her multiple run-ins with the metal flock, but no less resolved to cull their numbers. With her jaw set, Rose approached Misha, tilting her head to the dancer she'd met before, the familiarity softening her expression into the faint hint of a smile. "We proved we worked well together on the stage, this shouldn't be all that different, hm?"
He'd sat down for about half an hour, a little tired, recovering from a one-on-one encounter with a bird, when the mention of a little more bird hunting caught his ear.
Really, the last thing he wanted was to deal with them in general, but Cas had willingly put himself through a lot of things he didn't want to deal with in his life, and it had all worked out so far. He hadn't died yet.
So he got to his feet, checking his sword, and said, "I'll play."
Mercy was marveling over her newfound feather dagger, bobbing her head while the song El Chapo played inside of it, humming out the lyrics while doing small dances. She heard the call for bird hunting and while she had just got back from bird hunting with Mathilda, she was all too excited to answer the call of duty. "Let's kick some a**~"
She grinned and swing her hammer up to rest on her shoulders.
Status
Mercy's Health:50 - = hp Weapon: War hammer (10 base - 1 hit) Rolled: - 1 = (% dmg) [ dmg total ] Opponent HP: - =
Pleased to see Rose again and emboldened by the addition of two who appeared to be warriors, Misha's grin ratcheted up about ten notches. "Sounds good to me," she announced. "Rose, honey, it's great to see you again." She dipped a sassy little curtsy at the other two. "And an honor to meet the two of you. I'm Misha."
With that little business taken care of, she slipped her buckler on her arm, winked over her shoulder, and pushed the door open.
The cold wind hit her in the face like a physical blow and the clatter of metal feathers on metal feathers made her grit her teeth more. She looked up. A swarm of the awful birds rose from behind some trees. So many of them. Dangerous and angry and focused.
"Well, shoot. Looks like a big bird party out here," she muttered.
"Misha," she smiled at the dancer's greeting. "Always an encouraging sight to see you. This is Cas," she motioned to the taller man with the sword, "and I'm Rose." She tipped her head to the one she didn't know - they weren't strangers anymore. They were the last stand between civilians and some special circle of metal, poisonous hell.
The birds outside were many, many more than she was used to. The songstress drew in an audible gasp, but her body moved at the same time: the bow was dropped from her shoulder into a familiar hold on her hands, the arrow knocked into place. It wasn't her crossbow, but she was getting better.
"There's so many -- be careful! This flock is larger than I've seen!" she called back, firing off a warning shot in the midst of the birds.
This was an entertaining group she found herself with. Hopefully, they could kick some major a** and maybe she could get another feather from it? Either way, Mercy was primped and ready to smack some metal birds out of the sky. She listened to the introductions of her new companions before introducing herself, nodding her head in the direction of Rose. "I'm Mercy, resident gamer extraordinaire. Pleased to meet you all"
When the doors were opened, she took a deep breath, placing her hammer on her shoulder. Another deep breath and Mercy was charging out into the fray enough to hit some birds, but she stayed close enough so that she could remain within relatively safe distance to her companions so that she could run if she needed to.
He nodded his greetings to the two he didn't know - Mercy and Misha - and silently thanked these gods of theirs for choosing people who didn't back down from a fight. Even in a situation so chaotic and seemingly random, the Chosen from the Prytaneum had done some solid work here.
He followed the others out, glancing up at the flock that had gathered overhead. There were many of them, each launching metal and poop at them like there was no tomorrow.
For many of them, there would indeed be no tomorrow, he mused as he went for the nearest bird and swung his sword to cleave into the metal wings.
Ducking and swerving, Misha was glad that her shield was light and her legs strong. It made it easier to avoid the slashing talons and bristling feathers. The rancid flying poop, however, was a lot less charming. She nearly gagged but managed to bring her shield up in time to deflect a wad of it. Seeing Cas and Mercy swinging away like they were at batting practice helped reassure her, though. So did Rose's seemingly good aim with her bow.
If only she had a ranged weapon! Oh, well. With a grunt, she pushed her shield forward hard at the nearest bird to send it careening from the sky.
She had a moment to appreciate each individual's efforts -- not a one of them was the same in their choice of weapon. Seeing Mercy swing the enormous warhammer and Misha move with the shield was a first for her - really spelling out the differences of each Chosen and their efficiency. Cas was ever in form - she might have been biased - but it made her feel a touch out of place. Maybe if she'd practiced with a bow more instead of the other weapon...
But she had no time to really muse over it, the larger flock in constant motion and attacking her comrades. Drawing in a sharp breath through her teeth, she fired another arrow into the wind of one of the metallic birds, uttering a frustrated sound as she smacked another that dove at her. Nuisances!
Well, she thought she was off to an awesome start, but it turns out that Ares or some other God was determined to make an example out of her. Mercy missed her swing and the bird she was aiming at clawed at her shoulder. "Oh hell!" it was a good thing she seemed to heal in between these battles otherwise she didn't know if she would've made it back after all of this was done. No matter, she would just have to try harder after this and prove herself.
Clearly, this was a test of some sort.
She didn't dwell on it much longer, dodging a second set of claws while she tried to regroup so she could help her new teammates better. "Sorry guys! My A game has been off since we got here!" it was true, considering the fact that she was doing just fine whenever she was sparring. It could be that she needed to change weapons whenever she could since she was missing more than she was hitting at this point.
"Who can blame you?" Cas said with a devil-may-care shrug and grin as he shot Mercy a reassuring look. "We've all been thrown into this with just about nothing to go on, and now we're figuring it out as we go."
It took a while to get into a rhythm.
Still, after taking down that solo bird, Cas was feeling good. Still warm from the previous fight, although the cold and the altitude certainly did not help. He stepped away from Mercy, facing off again with the bird he'd hit the first time around, and swung, feeling his sword tear into the creature's wing and cleaving through it.
The bird crashed into the ground, sending up a plume of snow.
"That's teaching those birds a lesson, Cas!" Misha laughed and only the most astute would notice the slight edge of hysteria in the lilting noise. Her latest shot had gone wide, barely clipping a bird, and she had suffered for it. A scratch ran down her cheek to mar her olive skin with a line of blood red. Taking a few steps backwards, she arranged her body so her back was to the hotel. She hoped this would cut down on angles of attack for the birds. "Mercy? Rose? How are you ladies doing?"
"Dear Mercy, I don't believe any of us have any sort of foothold in 'game' since we arrived," Rose replied with the thinnest of smiles. The arrow was knocked into place and let fly -- barely clipping again. "Besides - watching you swing that thing is some form of art, I assure you." The songstress despaired at her own short-coming inwardly, lips pressed tight. Apparently, on her own, she had a better sense of self-preservation, but in groups...
Blue eyes flit over to Misha. "Barely scraping by," she admitted as an arrow was again holstered in the correct position. "Turns out, the weapon I'd been practicing with for weeks wasn't on the table of availability. It's something like learning to sing during the Super Bowl." It was a very 'good job at getting this far, now enjoy floundering' sort of situation. Even so, she did her best to cover the backs of her fellow fighters, brows furrowed over her sharp gaze.
She still had a certain standard to hold herself up to. Killing was nothing new to her, yet when it came to something that wasnt a gun, she suffered for it. Either way they were all right. They had been thrown into this so to speak despite the weeks of training they all went through. The thought of swinging her hammer could be considered some sort of art made her blush lightly. If anything, she thought that shooting a bow or using a shield was a type of art given the ammount of strength needed to even use such weapons.
"Thanks~ Seeing you use a bow is pretty fancy as well~ "
Seeing all of them use their weapons was quite mesmerizing if she had to be honest. She missed another bird, her temper starting to boil towards the surface. "Oh god damn it!"
