"Ahhhhh!" Maisy screamed as a particularly fast dive bomb forced her over the edge if a hill. She rolled along down the hill like a tea kettle, clanking off the rocks until she rolled to a stop.
"At least the armor is doing its job." She said woozily as the trio of birds circles over head. That's what she thought, but the little red bar she could see out of the corner of her eyes was halfway gone already.
She pulled herself back to her feet, the scratches on her face stinging. What was it going to feel like to die out here?
She didn't have time to ponder as the birds came down at her again. She swung her lance like a bat, but they weaved around it and were at her face and neck again. Frustration overcame her as she dropped her lance, bringing her hands up to cover her face. Thus wasn't fun. His did people have fun with things like this. They were having fun wrong.
It made her angry enough that she stopped her desperate defence and lashed out at the birds with her bears hands, clawing at the air as they scattered but one seems stuck, she looked up and found the animal struggling in her grip, pecking at her gauntlets. She considered for a moment, then grabbed the gird in both hands and spiked it into the ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum. It twitches, then fell still.
She felt a spiking blow to the back of her head that sent her stumbling forward over the body of her freshly slain opponent. She looked up behind her to see the other birds, one circling and the other hovering in front of her. She turned around and slapped it out of the air. The other came at her, but she reached down and grabbed up her lance. She managed to parry the things beak attack, pushing the monster back, then grabbed the shaft of her lance and thrust it forward. The lance pierced the bird right in the center, knocking it back and out of the air where it fluttered and cawed on the ground.
She felt a sharp pain in her ancle and looked over to find the bird she slapped digging into her ankle. She kicked it and it went tumbled over, growing still. Then she turned to the last bird, raising the lance up and crushing the bird with it like a hammer.
The world was suddenly still and silent, the cawing of the monster birds replaced with her own heavy breathing. There was suddenly a sound like crushing wood from the top if the hill, and as she looked up she saw the tree rapidly rotting away to nothing. From its branches dropped a huge wooden treasure chest.
She stood in a circle of dead birds that now spar led like jewels, the lone survivor of a desperate battle. Slowly she raised up her arms, holding her lance above her head, and nodded in the victory.
She didn't even notice the exp bar filling up.