Given how thin the air this high up is, there was not much resistance during the fall.
However, that little resistance was enough.
The bird's beach passed through his legs. Vikram summoned his long sword, angling it just right. He started swinging it to the left.
The bird's neck appeared just at the right time.
The neck swung from left to right, the blood spraying on to the waiting bustard's eye, blinding it.
In the split second between the spray, and the body passing through, Vikram jumped by kicking on the body of the bird, reaching the next.
The bustard birds form a swirling spiral when they play this game. As the new birds arrive, the spiral expands and grows. It is their most favorite pastime ever, as they ripped apart the beasts and men alike.
Now, this very formation has become their grave.
