[center][b]TZI TI'AMTUM[/b][/center]

Tzi Ti'amtum was having fun.

It wasn't really a rare occurrence, but the muscular young man thought that being dive bombed by giant birds (even if they were really just little bird tots and thus not big enough to really be a super giant bird) was a new and exciting enough thing that he just had to mention it. The islands didn't really have anything that huge to fight or hunt, and none of the blokes in the port towns would've gotten the chance to even see something bigger than a pelican. So being able to get a chance to not only see so many of them in flight, but to also fight them mano-a-mano so that his pals' plans could bear fruition, was something that got the blood pumping.

A bit distracting though, he had to admit to himself as he ducked underneath sweeping claws, awkwardly parrying the attack with his trident as blood rushed past his ears. He needed to step up his game. Otherwise they wouldn't be having dinner.

[i]Right, just gotta aim for the wings ...[/i]

His trident glowed with power as the anchor detached once more, this time rocketing through the air with a loud bang as it stabbed into the left wing of an unfortunate, diving roc. Red splattered from the wound, but the anchor had successfully impaled itself into the flesh, and the magical chain was tangling up around the wing and into its meat and bones. Tzi grinned. That was one bird caught.

The tall youth pulled with considerable strength, swing his trident downwards in an attempt to pull it to the earth. Any other birds around it would find one of their brothers swinging towards them. He wasn't going to just pull one roc, not when he could try and bludgeon a few more of them on the way down.

He hoped birds could recognise the smell of their own blood. If it did, he'd successfully grab more of their attention.