The pained cry of the enormous avian echoed throughout the woods and immediately the second wing took to its side as they descended together on the Templar. Badly injured, but oddly the bolt nowhere to be found from the shot to its body, the first large bird flapped furiously and struck out with its feet in wild abandon. With all of the commotion that came from this, literal feathers flying, it scored a few hits through Theodore's defenses before it at last landed. After, it then tilted its head in an observant manner and shrieked loudly in the man's face before it tapped him directly upon the head with its beak. Stepping back, it flapped and squawked, allowing the other unexpected attacker its turn in what seemed to be some sort of belligerent game.

Prior to Theodore shaking off the daze of being hit on the head, he was leapt upon and pushed to the ground. Instinctively, rolling to fend off his attacker, he too dodged an angry beak, which hit the ground rather than him. Now viewing his enemy face to face, he could note how it paid him less mind given that he was in its talons rather than free, watching instead the sword bearing elf who was no more than a few feet away. Its sizable black eyes, as seemingly difficult to read as they were, watched the wizard for a moment with apparent confusion and then moved back to inches from his face where it crowed again and blinked.

Not far off however, Cesar - at the end of his spell - slammed into the grass and leaf litter, sending pine needles into the air all around them and covering Thea. The last great raven now stood where it fell atop Cesar and seemed to laugh, its beak tipped to the sky above and mockingly cawing repeatedly. It did not hesitate beyond that to then begin rapidly striking with the point of its beak around the ground until it smacked square into the bard by sheer chance rather than any semblance of skill or direction.

And in spite of this something was off about it all.

There wasn't an ounce of blood to be found, well, anywhere. Understandably, and better than anyone else no less in this moment, both Theodore and Cesar felt hurt but in a way they never had before. It wasn't the pain of a spell, a knife wound, being bludgeoned or the like, just that something in their entirety felt... empty. As though a something in them was gone. This was a scarier thought in truth in some manners, although there was no time to ponder or muse with what was going on in the midst of a battle! They first needed to defeat their feathered assailants. 

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The injured [i]Great Raven[/i] which Theodore shot descends upon him and lashes in a blind, squawking rage at him; it deals 8 points of slashing damage. After disorienting him, it pecks him with its enormous beak for a wounding 5 piercing damage. The second [i]Great Raven[/i] that approaches flies down to Theodore and succeeds in grappling him, but the Templar fends off its beak attack. Both these ravens are on the ground now.

The last [i]Great Raven[/i] decides to plummet atop Cesar and knock him prone, where after it then follows with its beak for 8 piercing damage. It stands over Cesar's square and continues to crow and squabble.
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