... When'd birds get so good at working in groups like that? [This doesn't seem normal! Well, she's a little taken aback, but not too worried. They're just birds. How bad can it be? ... Alright, as they get closer, she might feel an even tighter knot in her stomach. She doesn't want this to hurt, and...
... Oh wait. Something is disrupting the birds. He might be right...]
Yeah... the closer they are together, the more the wind should help, right? [She's... also hopeful, but in that slightly more desperate, less optimistic way... or is a little less good at hiding any worry - one or the other. She exhales, and looses another arrow, wincing a little because she can almost feel the sapping draw of energy of this one as it flies. It strikes true, leaving a hole in the middle of the still-advancing flock, like a hole punch in midair.]
... Are these birds like... smarter than normal birds, or...?
[Argus, from a different parapet, screeches a warning.]
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... Oh wait. Something is disrupting the birds. He might be right...]
Yeah... the closer they are together, the more the wind should help, right? [She's... also hopeful, but in that slightly more desperate, less optimistic way... or is a little less good at hiding any worry - one or the other. She exhales, and looses another arrow, wincing a little because she can almost feel the sapping draw of energy of this one as it flies. It strikes true, leaving a hole in the middle of the still-advancing flock, like a hole punch in midair.]
... Are these birds like... smarter than normal birds, or...?
[Argus, from a different parapet, screeches a warning.]