[b]"Anenome!"[/b] Amitha let out as her war cry.

However, she wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith. Even then, that was a tenuous claim. Usually, an intelligent fighter would perhaps funnel the enemy. Use their numbers against them. Deploy a form of tactics that would ensure that the line is held and the bird beasts are left dazed and confused.

So of course, what Amitha did was pick up the knocked out bird beast by the throat and swung it around as a weapon. She was a goat, damn it. Not a thinker. The only thing she could think about was how many of these birds she could eat when this was all over!