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The others had almost no time to explain before a strange looking bird flew into the room.  It had an almost metallic-looking beak and, as Novak watched it, some sort of inflatable growth on its throat.  Before he could make any further observations, the bird let loose a horrific screech.  Novak reflexively covered his ears, trying to lessen the awful noise.  It haven't been two minutes since he had awakened and they were already in danger.

Just as the bird's vocal assault ended, Novak was temporarily deafened (at least he hoped it was temporary).  Any hope of even a momentary reprieve was dashed when another bird flew into the room, this one heading straight for one of the others.  Deafened, confused, and without any sort of weapon, Novak's first impulse was to dive behind the table and take cover.  With his ears still ringing from the screech, he couldn't hear anything going on, but it had to be better than standing out in the open.

[i]No way out except the way they came in,[/i] he assessed, his heart pounding and his ears ringing, any residual grogginess having been replaced by the rush of adrenaline.  [i]Can't flee from them.  Can't protect from that screech.  We're cornered.  It's them or us,[/i] he concluded, his fight-or-flight response settling on what seemed to be their only choice.  With one hand he grabbed an old sword lying next to him, and with the other he grabbed a chair by the leg.  He was surprised at how light the chair felt as he lifted it- it seemed the goddess was serious about their new bodies being peak at peak human ability.  He didn't know anything about using the sword, so for the time being he would have to settle for inelegantly swinging and hope that it'd suffice.

[i]It's now or never,[/i] Novak assured himself as he emerged from his hiding spot and hurled the chair at the first bird with all his might.

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