As soon as you were within range, you latched onto the nearest bird and yanked yourself towards them! The soles of your feet slammed into the creature’s broad chest, but instead of pushing off, you made sure that they stuck fast to its feathered torso. The mutate flapped its arms wildly and made every attempt to claw, peck and bite you, but you were far too nimble to be caught by such a meager effort.
Before it could even blink, you were already clambering over to its back, pulling its wings back with your webs and jerking it left and right so as to maneuver it towards its buddies. The creature screeched in impotent rage, wriggling and writhing so as to buck you off.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey! I might have a decent future as a rodeo champ someday.”</span>
Without much warning, Abel came crashing into a bird that was attempting to rake its claws across your back.
<span class="mu-b">“I think ‘rodeo <span class="mu-i">clown</span>’ would be more your speed.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I’m not the one wearing red. You’re probably the reason that they’re so riled up.”</span> you shot back, steering the hijacked harpy into the path of its friends.
<span class="mu-b">“Huh. Is that why people are always shooting at me? I’ll have to look into that.”</span>
You bailed out at the last moment, allowing the big bird to slam into a cluster of them that had been carrying civilians. Said civilians were now plummeting into the water below, and you had to hope that they knew how to swim.
But you couldn’t afford to get distracted now, because that last little stunt had the majority of their attention on you! You snagged another bird with a pair of parallel weblines, yanked him towards you and began to spin him around your head as if he were a feathery ragdoll, hitting all of his companions in the process.
But even this was not enough to stave off the cluster of claws, teeth and beaks threatening to pierce your flesh and gouge out your eyes! They were coming down on you with a primal fury that transcended logic or reasoning. All they wanted was to tear you to pieces.
At the very least, they weren’t focused on carting off civilians anymore.
Roll 1d100-5, bo3!
Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSVEquipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAdContacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPECostumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip 