I hated buzzards.

I made it a few steps before the first one hit me. It just clipped my shoulder, but it was the same shoulder that the bear got.

I dropped into a roll. More buzzards dove at me, screaming for the intruder to leave. I waved my sword in the air. It only served to drive them back, not to scare them off.

A buzzard dropped to my right, an arrow through its chest. The others screamed at me, but I wasn’t the one who had shot it.

I kept waving my sword as more buzzards dropped. After a couple more hit the ground, the birds took to the air.

I scrambled to my feet and charged towards the camp. The cloaked figure was down on one knee. Hyenas were circling for the last charge. There were half as many enemies, but it was going to be too many for the cloaked person to hold off when they all charged.

The goblins were on the outer ring. I stabbed the one closest to me through the chest. It gurgled and fell forward, pulling my sword out of my hands.

The rest of the group turned to me, evil smiles on their faces. The hyenas laughed as they ran towards their new toy.

I gave the sword one more tug. It didn’t budge, so I left it. I ran towards the bonfire. I grabbed a stick out of the fire and turned my back to it.

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The first hyena lunged at me before I had turned around. I swiped it with the burning stick, knocking it to my left. It whined as it got up and joined two more that were coming at me from either side.

“AH!” I screamed as I waved the stick. It didn’t stop them from charging, but it made me feel a little better.

A hyena covered in red smashed into one of my attackers. The two rolled out of sight, vanishing into shadows and snarls.

I turned my attention to the last two hyenas. They were still moving towards me. I hit the first one, but the second got under my stick and latched on to my left leg.

I hit it on the head with my stick, but it refused to let go. The one I had hit came back and grabbed the stick. It shook its head and ripped the stick from my hands.

The one with a hold on my leg pulled, knocking me onto my back. I tried reaching for another stick, but it dragged me away from the fire.

I grabbed handfuls of dirt and threw them in the face of the second Hyena. It snorted, but I just made it madder. It jumped on my chest and went for my neck.

I tried to grab its neck, but it was thrashing so much that all I could do was shove my wrists at its jaw.

There was a scream and the one on my leg let go. I pulled my feet into my stomach and kicked out. Instead of kicking it away from me, I flipped it over my head.

I rolled onto my stomach and pushed myself up. The hyena was already running at me. I looked around for something I could use as a weapon, but there was nothing close to me except dirt. I dug my fingers into the ground and charged. I hit the hyena low. Its teeth snapped behind my head as I carried it towards the bonfire. I pushed it off of me and dropped it into the flames.

It screamed as it tried to flip over and get out. I grabbed a stick and hit it over the head.

Buzzards were just irritating. I hated hyenas.