The men looked around them at anything that was flying. There were butterflies, dragonflies, mosquitoes and birds.
A flock of swallows dove and flew about using their acrobatic flying skills to catch insects.
"I think it's the swallows," said Han. "They're flying very close to us."
"Fuck," cursed Baer. "Yep, one just cut me on the wrist."
"Alright men, let's get out of here," called their commander. "Use your shields to protect yourself."
"They must be tubiàn," said Han. "Has anyone ever heard of them?"
"I read that they had altered some swooping birds. Some of them were given poison spurs and others were given hardened wing tips for cutting," replied the commander. "Let's hope these are the wing tips, not the poison spurs."
