Stories of the Crow's Nest

The Reality of Battles

Robin beat her wings in a simple rhythm, glancing around the vast open fields for more enemies. "There's two death's-heads over there." Hornet pointed a wing in the direction of the two creatures, and the other two banescales followed him to them. Kirill was the first to make a move, darting forward and knocking one of the stags to the ground. A loud crack resonated around, and the stag was gone. No blood, no gore, just the body on the ground. Kirill flew back, and Robin took her turn. She kicked the stag's neck, knocking him back but not taking it out.  Hornet took a final dart to the creature, biting it's neck and watching it fall to the ground. Blood pooled around the second stag's body, but he didn't care anymore. He scavenged around the bodies, picking out the only two items in the remains. One was a dead dwarf fawn, and the other was a rotting piece of leather. He dropped both of those into the bag at his side, and nodded to signal they could continue. "How long does Kaiser want us out here, Mama?" Robin asked Kirill. Robin and Kirill weren't biologically related, but they still viewed each other as family. "Just until ten. Let's see what else we can find." Robin nodded, flicking out her tongue before following the other two. All of a sudden Kirill jumped at a small flying creature, biting it's neck and watching it fall to the ground. Blood was coated on Kirill's mouth, even more so as she picked through the body. The only thing she pulled out was a shell-dwelling cichlid, which she dropped into her bag. "Oh fuck!" Robin exclaimed happily, spotting three creatures, all webwings of different kinds, and they all prepared for a fight. Kirill was the first to move, slashing her tail across the wings of the green four winged bird. Robin finished it off by snapping its neck, blood and feathers splattered the ground as the bird fell. Hornet raked his claws all across the underside of the ruby webwing, killing it in an instant. The bird layer splayed on the ground, blood from it pooling together with the blood of its fallen comrade. Kirill took out the other four winged bird with a simple beating across the head with one of her large wings. She picked through the bloodied bodies this time, picking up some tiny feathers and display plumes as well as a ruby brooch and another cichlid. She also found a special leaf tucked into the mouth of the green bird, and she delicately placed it in the special part of her bag for festival currency. The rest of the hour of fighting continued with little hardship, but little reward. No special objects like scenes or gene scrolls or eggs, but at least they got some more practice in and hopefully made Kaiser proud. They knew Kaiser watched over their every move, and they wouldn't dare do her wrong.