Feng wasn't really surprised by the fragility of the birds. Despite not seemingly able to fly their bones were still hollowed. Speed was on their side, not endurance. Still, their speed didn't help when he was used to attacking things smaller than him, those low sweeps nearly brushed the ground and the avians weren't very bright. They didn't jump they just tried to dart past him before getting splattered on the broad side of his stone axe.
It they were tougher using the broadside of his weapon wouldn't work nearly as well as it did. But despite his efforts, and the efforts of the others, there was still an oncoming tide of these birds. But a voice spoke up from behind, the birds were snagtoothed bills, and they didn't seem to like fire. "Well you seem to have time, start a damned fire then." He called back. Well he could start one as well without leaving his 'post' really.
Reaching back he pulled what looked like an ordinary stone from his satchel. It was flint to those who know it, a stone that made sparks easily. Since his zone was quieter than the others he got the chance to even do that without too much focus. Still he ran the stone across his immense teeth quickly, sending a shower of sparks on his stone axe. The leather was always well oiled to prevent it from rotting, the fat and feathers from the birds helped make it more flammable.
A few more rasps and his weapon was alight, a vast torch of stone, leather, and wood. Unfortunately for the snagtooths...feathers were very flammable. Each new blow made the feathered fiends catch fire and land elsewhere. A shame so much meat was being potentially wasted.
It they were tougher using the broadside of his weapon wouldn't work nearly as well as it did. But despite his efforts, and the efforts of the others, there was still an oncoming tide of these birds. But a voice spoke up from behind, the birds were snagtoothed bills, and they didn't seem to like fire. "Well you seem to have time, start a damned fire then." He called back. Well he could start one as well without leaving his 'post' really.
Reaching back he pulled what looked like an ordinary stone from his satchel. It was flint to those who know it, a stone that made sparks easily. Since his zone was quieter than the others he got the chance to even do that without too much focus. Still he ran the stone across his immense teeth quickly, sending a shower of sparks on his stone axe. The leather was always well oiled to prevent it from rotting, the fat and feathers from the birds helped make it more flammable.
A few more rasps and his weapon was alight, a vast torch of stone, leather, and wood. Unfortunately for the snagtooths...feathers were very flammable. Each new blow made the feathered fiends catch fire and land elsewhere. A shame so much meat was being potentially wasted.
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