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

"Bingo."

The cheery young man's eyes were sparkling (although you probably wouldn't notice it in his eyepatch-covered one) as he watched the birds fall to the earth, transforming from the masters of the skies into potential dinner within seconds. He didn't expect to get so many down in the swing, but it looked like the folks upstairs decided to bless him with a little bit of luck today. That was something Tzi was definitely happy about, and by the time the Rocs impacted the cold dirt, he was already on the move, crossing the distance towards their downed enemies.

Of course, it looked like the others already had most of it under control.

"Bit messy, eh?" he commented, even as he prodded his trident into one of the birds with a small spurt of blood, just to make sure that it was 100% dead. "Let's hope that scares their mates off even more."

Most of them were already flying off, but seeing their brethren take further steps down the path to poultry sausages (he didn't actually know if people made poultry sausages, but he wanted to have some) would hopefully ensure that none of them tried to come back.