It wasn’t the breeze or the sunrise that woke Izara, instead the high pitched screams of newly born demon birds. Though the effects of the mushrooms had worn off, it didn’t decrease the annoyance that burned through the victor. If only she had smashed more of the eggs while she was busy fighting off these baby’s parents.
Either way, she dumped out the contents of her backpack as the demon babies grew closer and picked up the crowbar that was coated in the blood of their dead parents. How charming.
The newly orphaned birds hopped on over, their beaks at the ready, and attacked the woman. Using her crowbar as if it were a baseball bat, she swung at the newly hatched chicks. A few of them went flying and their little spines cracked against the hard side of the dovecote before tumbling to the ground. However, they seemed to multiply with each swing of the crowbar and soon Izara’s arms grew tired from the sheer force with which she was having to fight off the demons.
They were so low to the ground it was nearly impossible to hit them without injuring herself, so she ended up with a few spots on her ankles that would definitely turn purple. The incessant chirping and screaming of the birds was beginning to die out as Izara’s ankles were turned into a battleground. Thankful these sons of bitches were the size of a fucking dime, they could only do so much damage.
What seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, later Izara was free of most of the demon birds and decided to gather up a few of the carcasses and move on.
Quickly, she made her way to the other cylindrical building with her backpack full of weapons and chicken bodies.
