Attack (Edan)

...Fuck this, you think, pushing out from behind the tree, turning to face the giant bird. You need to take care of it, and for some reason, it appears Mira cannot or will not move.

"Hey, bird-brain over here!" You yell, throwing one of your spears into it; it hits just below the creature's small wing. Well, only the side of the shaft hits it, landing slowly on the ground after harmlessly bouncing off of it.

"Shit...," you exclaim as the thing constricts its head, letting out a yell that pounds into your chest, a crimson feathered frill around its head extending.

You turn, breaking off into a sprint, quickly grabbing your second spear. You do not need to look behind you to know the creature is following you, as the enormous talons pound audibly into the earth.

"RAAAAAAAAAA!" The creature yells.

OK, you think, I need to remember the stance. You remember back to Mira's earlier instructions, holding, check, position check, footing check. It is getting a bit closer than you would like. You step towards the creature sending your spear towards the charging bird, the spear landing with a soft thump. The spear impales itself deep into the chest of the bird.

The bird stumbles and screeches in pain, giving you only a second to put some distance between you two.

You turn and run in a different direction, looking for somewhere to hide, you notice a fallen log. Heading over quickly, you deftly hop up underneath it, your hands turning white as you hold on tightly to your last spear, your heartbeat audibly pounding in your ears.

The creature screeches, and you see it looking for you and slowly meandering closer to you. It black taloned webbed feet, letting you know it is getting closer.

Until suddenly its legs disappear, where di-

"Uhh!" You yell as the weight of the log presses the wind out of your lungs.

Your body begins to dig into the wet soil, as you start sinking into the soft ground. You quickly notice the creature's eye peaking under the log, to your left, looking at you.

You cannot move as its leg presses the log down onto you.

"Teru!" You hear someone yell before the weight comes off of you.

Taking the opportunity, you grab your spear in your left hand, roll out from under the log, and thrust upward. The spear is quickly digging into the neck of the creature as your robotic arm forces in ever more in-depth with its artificial strength — blood running down the shaft.

The bird weakly squawks, before its wings start violently flapping. You let go of the spear as the creature begins trying to run away. But quickly, it fails, falling slowly onto the floor. Its limbs still trying to move and to flee as it dies on the ground.

You turn towards where the sound came from, before seeing Mira; she seems in shock.

"Mira! Haha, you did it!" You yell, celebrating.

"Ims... Im... Ims...," she keeps repeating to herself, collapsing onto the ground.

"Hey..., Mira, are du ayan?" You ask if she is all right in her native language. You quickly rush over to her.

"Mira," you say, grabbing her.

"Aaron!" She yells, her eyes finally focusing, coming to rest on you, "Du are ayan!?" She wraps her arms around you, were those tears in her eyes, you think, she seems to be acting very strange.

"Are du ayan?" You say, pulling her away and looking at her, checking her body for any injury.

"Yes, yes," she says, standing up quickly, regaining her usually rough composure.

You get up, and with her walk over to the now-dead bird. Its body is lying uselessly in the mud. You curiously look over the animal, its long neck, sharp talons, small wings, large beak, and little eyes. It now seems so surreal.

You laugh, asking Mira, "wi did no gaya Oleu, but will chicken be ayan?"

"Chicken?" She asks, confused.

"Uhh, bird," you say, pointing at it.

"Teru is priyem, yes," she says, not laughing at your joke.

Ah, the bird must be called a Teru then, you think.

She goes up to the head and pulls out a large feather on its crest. It is about the size of your forearm, bright green surrounded by a deep violet. She wordlessly hands it to you.

"Uh, thanks..., graz," you say, taking it, running your hand along the length of it, you notice just how soft it is.

"Wil shivir'am und ruki ver yiqi," "We'll set up a camp and wait for any others," she says, "I ne du gaya wuld," "I need you to get wood."

"Yes," you say, "sure,"

"Il gaya da hunda tiaar to tori bei to yiqi," she says, pulling out a knife, letting you know she is going to get the meat and get it ready to bring it back to the village.