Black Wing

The other boy seemed oddly excited after he had smacked one out of the air. Ifrit wasn't sure what to make of the birds, so the one that had flopped to the ground he had left to struggle. But the other boy had wasted no time in going after it to finish it off before examining it. He had praised Ifrit for the action, and he tilted his head in curiosity as he looked at the dead, glowing bird before the mottled boy went after another one. He watched as he caught one between his teeth, fighting with it before he shook it to pieces.

He didn't miss the way the birds had gotten loud after the first one was killed, but now that the second one had been ripped apart, they started flocking more and more as if surrounding him like some really big, really weird gang. Growling, Ifrit charged at a good-sized flock of them that sat on the ground, screaming and flapping their wings as if to intimidate him. He went at them like a bowling ball, striking the flock as they tried to take off into the air. Some made it, while others didn't. He stabbed one, one of his horns going clean through the bird and rendering it lifeliess, while his fancy claws struck down a couple more. Glowing feathers exploded all over the place, and he had to admit...he was kinda having fun with this. Though if the birds had anything to say, he was sure they were pretty pissed by the sound of it.