(Pokemon pred, hardvore.)
There is no question that the gigantic Pidgey has you beat in the mobility department, and its superior vantage point would make hiding in the grass a difficult prospect indeed. You eye the stick for a moment before rushing for it, hoping the Pidgey will remain idle long enough for you to acquire it. Your heart pounds and your feet throb as you sprint through the underbrush, your attention left averted from the bird as you hope against hope that you'll get to your prize first.
You feel a rush of elation the moment you get your hands on the weapon.
The pike: historically a weapon used to ward against cavalry charges, and one not entirely different from the stick you're wielding, all things considered. Your stick is hardly a military grade weapon. A silver lance or horseslayer, this is not. It's actually more akin to a caveman's spear, but even those tended to be tipped with sharpened stones! Your stick ,however, is nevertheless a narrow-tipped shaft that's a couple of inches longer than you are tall. If you steady your grip and remain firm, you might be able to ward off a diving bird by intercepting its divebomb with a prod to the underbelly.
Soon after you grab the stick, you quickly turn your attention towards the treebranch where you first saw the Pidgey. You find that the bird has already left the branch...but is it off to look for other prey, or is it headed for you? You quickly find the answer as you see the bird divebombing straight towards you! You get on one knee and raise your stick up, hoping that your improvised birdslayer will save you from the hungry Pidgeys' beak. You hear a frightful WHOOOOSH as the bird descends for you, and it's all you can do to maintain your posture. Just at the last moment, you adjust your aim and hear a frightful SNAP accompanied by a near-deafening SQUAAAAWK.
To your surprise you find that you're still alive and in one piece, your body safely on land rather than whisked off into the Pidgey's aerial domain. Your stick is now far shorter than it was before, roughly equal to you in height. A fragment of it lies upon the soil before you, the tip coated in blood. Your aim proved true! As you savor the little victory you scored, you hear the sounds of wings beating upon air. Turning your head upwards, you can see the 'wounded' Pidgey flapping in place overhead, gazing down at you, seemingly no worse for wear. You have to strain to see the slide trickle of blood your maneuver produced. Your attack clearly struck the beast, but it barely registered. Your only really hurt its pride.
As the Pidgey flaps about, you hear a distant rustling. The familiar whooshing of air displaced by an advancing bird. Two other Pidgey soon join it. Blast it! Reinforcements! Your broken stick's tip may be sharper, but its shorter range leaves it ill equipped to protect you from a diving bird's talons. As the Pidgey squawk among one another you quickly rush towards the tall grass, causing a bit of a rustle as you pass between the grassblades. You quickly get down on your belly and begin to crawl, hoping to maximize your cover. As you make your way through the grass, you can hear the sounds of the Pidgey whooshing down and setting foot upon the soil below with three pairs of frightful earth-shaking THUDs
Could it be? Could the grass be tall and dense enough that it could have provided you with sufficient visual cover to hide from a flying bird in the first place? You curse yourself for daring to contest the mighty bird in single combat when you should have just found a place to hide! Eluding one Pidgey hunting through the grass might have been viable, but you're almost certain that a hunting party of three will be able to spot you. At the sound of the birds hopping and THUDing about, you get to your knees , just high enough to catch a glimpse of the trio standing together and looking south ,southeast, and southwest along the grass patch. You quickly get back on your belly and try to find some place to hide.
The three Pidgey coordinate their hunt, fanning out as they head down the grasspatch, the middle of the three, the one you struck earlier, hopping straight towards you, its eyes turn downwards . Realizing you'll eventually get spotted, you quickly hide under a fallen leaf, quivering in fear as it approaches. You can hear the sound of rustling grass growing louder and louder with the THUD. THUD. THUD of the approaching bird. TheTHUD. THUD. THUD...KTHUD....there's an ominous pause as the bird stops right in front of you . You cling tight to your stick, wishing you could somehow ready a blow on the bird without ruining your...
KTHOOOOOMCRUNCH. Your nerves flares up in pain as the Pidgey's talon smashes onto the leaf overhead. You can feel your wounded, trampled-upon body your body throb in pain as the Pidgey squawks to its comrades, announcing its discovery. But as it calls for help, it eases its talon's hold on you just enough for you to crawl out from under it. You quickly get to your feet, surprisingly still able to stand after what should have been a crippling blow, and brandish your stick against the towering Pidgey. It glares back down at you, now fully aware of your tricks.
You hear the rustling of grass to your left and right, joined by WHOOOSHes as the other Pidgey leap up and dive to either side of you, quickly flanking you . You've been surrounded! You turn your head from one wall of feathers to another, feeling smaller and more vulnerable than ever. As much as you want to pretend that you're a warrior, right now you're little better than a morsel on a dinnerplate to these hungry birds. You scream at them, producing the most intimidating primal yell your body can muster. It's barely better than an adorable squeak. The birds briefly glance at one another before preparing to peck at you. You seize this one window of opportunity to stab at the first Pidgey and actually manage to scare it into hopping back from you.
And then you feel a crushing pain in your lower body as one of the other birds attacks you from behind and claps its beak around your legs. You recoil in pain and instantly drop your weapon. The last thing you see before the world fades into a hellish blur is the first Pidgey clamping its beak around your stick and flinging it into the distance.
The Pidgey that caught you begins to flail you about like mad, shaking your squirming form as it attempts to gulp your body down. Before it can succeed, however, another Pidgey grips at your arm...and another grips at your left and manages to trap your head in its maw as well. The three birds' alliance quickly shatters as things devolve into a feeding frenzy, each bird clamping with bonecrunching force around part of your body as it tries to wrest you away from the others.
With a fierce and angled tug from the beak around your legs, the beak pinching around your head quickly loses grip on you, only to reassert itself moment slater by clamping hard around your head. The Pidgey pinching around your arm tugs brutally as well, though it feels like your arm is more likely to rip off without affording the bird any more of your meaty body. You scream out as your arm begins to give way under the bird's mighty tugs, only for the bird tugging around your head to open its maw, lunge forward, and seize almost all of your upper body in its grasp. The other two birds both lose hold of you! Just when it seems like you're about to be devoured, both birds seize around one of your legs and tug back, yanking you out of the Pidgey's maw.
You scream out, your upper body free once more. With your one good arm you manage to cling to a blade of grass. Your grip is nowhere near enough to overpower the birds, but it's enough to disorient them into dropping you. Before you can budge, one of the pidgeys smashes a talon onto your legs and gets ready to peck your upper body up, only for another to steal your upper half into its beak. The bird desperately struggles to rip you out from under the talon's clutches, nearly ripping your body in half in the process. The pinning talon just won't give in. The third Pidgey smashes its beak down onto the narrow gap between the other two birds in an attempt to clamp at your chest, but ends up achieving little more than spearing into you and bloodying its beak.
Eventually the tugging bird wins out and gets ready to eat you, only for its comrades to clamp around you and once more lay claim to your limbs. The three begin to tug once more when finally it happens. Your body comes apart. the birds ravenously devour the pieces they fought so hard to earn before leaping up and flying their separate ways.
Your remains are digested and end up becoming little more than droppings, each Pidgey defecating out what little of you there is left.
YOU DIED.
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