[h1] ISKA B. AVEROFF, Unassuming weird lady[/h1] Sat on a corner bench she read. She contemplated as she stared at whatever information her tablet was showing her, absentmindedly eating fried fish. Randomly grinning and lightly giggling in response to some stimuli. To her left, a book with various bookmarks sticking out. Clad in a remarkably... unremarkable garb of jeans a shirt and a cotton jacket. Perhaps it's intentional, perhaps it's by chance but her simple clothes have the effect of drawing attention to her plain yet aesthetically beautiful face. Long black hair kept in check by a simple elastic. This... This is Iska B. Averoff, writer, historian, physicist, chemist and here she is spending her time... watching youtube videos about DC and Marvel comics... This lady should be researching information and gathering materials for her next book, not watching speculations on how Thor's hammer works... Happily something does stop her train of activity (or inactivity in this case). For a large black feathered bird with a long bald neck topped with a bald head with a toothed beak made it's pressence known by... Caaawing... Iska turned to observe it while keeping her tablet in her slingbag... The look on her face was... well it's best described by her internal thoughts... [i][color=f6989d]Wuuht!?... That's a damn huge ass vulture... What in hell's name is it doing in London?[/color][/i] [color=f6989d][b]"Uhh... Ya want a fish mate?... err bird?"[/b][/color] Iska said as she offered a slice of her fried fish by tossing it in a tall arc towards the creature. To which said bird replied by catching the fried sea creature in mid air. Seeing it's reaction, Iska continued feeding it more bits of fish... [color=f6989d][b]"You're not a vulture, aren't you? coz I don't know of any vulture species native to England, nor of any that has teeth nor of any that has three meter span wings..."[/b][/color] As she starts to realized what the thing ISN'T, She ran out of fish... [b][color=f6989d]"Oh... Sorry! We're out..."[/color][/b] She shrugged her shoulders at the bird before standing up... [b][color=f6989d]"Well I'd really would actually like to study you but It would be really awkward and I'm not sure UK laws would allow it... So see ya... I guess"[/color][/b] [color=f6989d][i]Great, I've gone mad... I'm talking to a giant bird thing... And I'm not even high...[/i][/color] She started to walk away when the bird thing suddenly extended it's neck and snapped at her... It caught a sleeve of her jacket and her reactionary impulse caused it to tear off a sliver of the cloth... [b][color=f6989d]"Woah... Crap... So you end up not being docile AT ALL after that?"[/color][/b] She started running, First going across the street and then into whatever corner she could find, hoping that the toothed bird creature would follow her and hopefully find a choke point large enough for her to get through but small enough to keep the creature at bay... At least that was her plan... And literally her plan broke down in contact with her "enemy" since she had to flop herself upon a wall to dodge the creature as it finally had a good run up to gain speed for low level flight... It clipped her with it's wing, knocking both itself and her off balance and onto the ground... [b][color=f6989d]"Gaaahk!...Damn You oversized toothed poultry!!!"[/color][/b] Iska exclaimed as she got up. She then pulled out a retractable police baton and approached the creature as it struggled to get itself on it's feet... She walked up to it and just as it found it's footing she gave it a right and proper smack across the beak with the baton, following up with another hit before the creature recovered... [b][color=f6989d]"Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!... Ya like that don't ya bitch???"[/color][/b] And she's having fun... Yeah we've pretty much established that we're not painting an upstanding member of the community here... Karma think's so too, since as the creature backpedaled away from the largely irritating smacking it's receiving, it started flapping it's enormous wings and that was enough to cause Iska to fall backwards on her ass... [b][color=f6989d]"Gaaah!... Oh shit!..."[/color][/b] The creature shifted it's weight forwards and brought it's open toothed maw down on her face... Unfortunately for the creature, it didn't get to have it's face meal as Iska blocked it's attempt with the baton... It pulled it's head back and tried a few more times though... Meanwhile in Iska's head... [i][color=f6989d]Holy crap!... This doom duck's retardedly strong...[/color][/i] On it's seventh attempt to bite her face off the creature just took a moment too long and that's when she reversed her hand and bashed the side of it's temple with the pommel of the baton... This stunned it long enough for her to push it off her and get back to her feet... [i][color=f6989d]Okay... think Iska... This thing's definitely not gonna give out any time soon... and... oh... I now see what it looks like...[/color][/i] She moved forward as the creature was recovering and gave it a few more pommel strikes and a kick to keep it discombobulated longer... before sprinting off again... She ran and weaved through the gaps between buildings, alleyways and streets until she came upon a sight that quite literally shocked her senseless... [i][color=f6989d]Uhh... So what's the matter with the picture here... There's a girl on fire... then there's some who's floating and telerporting!?... Girls in rather aesthetic and colourful clothes and...[/color][/i] [b][color=f6989d]"Holy what the fuck Batman!... Is that a Lamia!?"[/color][/b] Shocked senseless, she didn't notice that the last bit of her thought was vocalized and that the creature after her just caught up and just straight up flew into her... [b][color=f6989d]"Guahhh!!!.."[/color][/b] The creature's beak hit the side of her abdomen hard enough that it drew blood... The big knock did bring her back to her senses, a good thing coz now she can start pommel bashing the bloody thing again... and a bad thing coz now she can feel her broken ribs and bleeding side... [b][color=f6989d]"SHIIIIIT!... Tzeentch! I'm not a fried fish you mutated chicken!"[/color][/b] [i][color=f6989d]Fuck it... I guess I do have to incapacitate this thing... There's more people around!!![/color][/i] And instead of blocking the next bite with the baton she instead let it bite her right forearm... The creature knowing it's drawn flesh started pulling up... And she pulled herself up with it... As she drew level with the avian's face she used her left hand to jam the now free end of the baton into it's eyes... And using her knowledge of avian anatomy she angled it in such a way to effectively lobotomize the creature... And it stopped applying pressure on it's bite on her arm as it's frontal lobe was rendered useless... Unfortunately... and this time for Iska instead of the creature, with the immediate danger gone, her adrenaline has began to go down... And with it the rising sense of pain and weakness caused by the wounds she has sustained... And as the creature contemplated why it exists... Iska collapsed... [i][color=f6989d]Shit... There's people here... They'd see... Cmon Iska... Freakin don't die on me now... Crap!... Someone's got to have called the ambulance by now...[/color][/i] And there she lay bleeding... Unknowingly having spared the life of a Demon thinking it's just a regular animal in great risk of her current life and the gift and curse she holds...