[i]Oof![/i] Sieg reeled back by the ramming attack of the bird, visibly having being knocked the air out of him. It'd leave him a bruising for sure? Had he broken any ribs with that stunt? It was not time to dwell on it, as the burning pain overtook him. He gritted his teeth, anger building in his stomach in a murky, vile sensation. He had no time to waste fighting stupid birds and tending to morons that dropped from the sky.

Luckily his luck hadn't ended as a smelly, ragged girl got a drop in the bird and managed to get a critical hit on the creature's neck. [i]I'm not going to question what sort of insanity is this all about.[/i] He added as he brought his forearms to his face to shield himself from the talons of the bird. 

And then another girl landed. [i]Were those wings?[/i] He thought to himself, disbelieving what he had just seen. It had the effect to thin his patience even more. [i]And now it's raining people. You could've, you know, jumped at it sooner rather than find ourselves in this sloppy mess. But enough of this chastising, there's a girl to save.[/i] Sieg added, as he shifted his shoulders, his backpack now on his hand, gripped firmly.

He started to spin it deftly and ominously, as an impromptu mace, as he eyed the creature. [i]Messy and painful way that is. So much for the quick way.[/i] He sized his opponent, crippled with wounds and of brittle bones.

"Deus vult." He repeated to himself, a mantra of the knights of old as he swung the backpack turned mace on the bird's brittle body.