One great raven, unaware of why it just became a thrall to fear, soon found itself even more startled by a shockwave that rippled the air and flung wide some of its feathers, of which now drifted by on the wind. Immediately taking to wing, it beat them with such force of retreat that it scuttled away from the defenders in almost a moment, so swift that they hadn't the opportunity to do more than shield their faces from its windstorm retreat. Cawing as loud as it could crow, no longer laughing as it was, it made a hasty exit - not even paying mind that one of its mob had fallen or that the last bird yet was left to deal with its catch.

Speaking of which, Theodore then felt his entire body leave the ground with incredible ease; another moment of near weightlessness, suspended in the claws of a titanic bird which, thankfully, had no chance of dropping him to his seeming death. Which was questionable, because he [i]still[/i] could feel no sign of or trace of injury on his person, but his entire body did feel tapped. Unlike the shadows, which this was oddly reminiscent of, their attacks weren't chill touches of entropy, rather... these birds were alive. As in, they were actual birds, actual ravens! Large ravens, but not monsters.

They intended to carry him to their nest!

The ranger wasn't uneducated in the slightest just why they would do this, it all made more sense now, so the good news was, was that they weren't likely to let him go out of malevolence or the like. The unfortunate news was that these trees, which their roost had to be in somewhere, were in themselves triumphant and massive beyond all scale. Even [i]if[/i] he somehow survived this, how would he see himself out of that madness of being stuck in a giant nest, surrounded by hungry birds, then down a tree as tall as a castle upon the crest of a hill if not larger?

By the time he had this revelation, the ground had disappeared many feet under him and the titanic bird was sweeping by Katia, not far below her treetop perch. One could only wonder what she was to do next, at least among the heroes, for it was clear these giant avians had not the faintest.

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The [i]Great Raven[/i] grappling Theodore will start to fly, at half its maximum speed up and away, attempting to gain lift. It moves 15 feet and rises 25 feet. Theodore is underneath the bird, held in its claws.

The other [i]Great Raven[/i], frightened of Wick, uses its action to disengage and not provoke opportunity attacks. It moves 40 feet away and flies up 40 feet.
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