With the beast slain thus, it seemed all would be fine and done. Of course, nothing was truly that easy.

But it was not so, true these small flightless birds were a menace to kobolds, and anyone who had experience with them knew that the rows of serrated teeth on its beak while able to tear through flesh was more for tearing through tough fruit skins. The real danger these birds posed would be through their legs, with powerful kicks able to bruise and even break bones if one was not wary. 

That, and their numbers. 

Almost immediately the brush broke into a flurry of honking birds, rushing towards the farms. By now the staggered formations of the kobold would have made sense; without the advantage of size and weight, a proper battle line would just result in them being knocked over and overrun immediately. Staggered, they could slay what they could, leaving those who rushed past them to those behind them, and hopefully thin them enough that none remained alive to reach the crops. 

A wave of the birds crested over them, a veritable mob of angry honking and birds. Whatever tactics they used, it was clear they needed to thin the birds number quickly if they didn't fancy being kicked around.