The creature was a normal hawk he knew back on earth, but of course this was a world of magic and there was nothing normal.
The hawk first began flying around the building in a circle and soon Roman realized he was in the circle and the hawk was aiming for him.
The next moment the hawk swoop down towards him with breath taking speed.
It was so unexpected Roman wanted to back away but ended up missing a step and hitting his leg as he fell to the ground, but without missing a beat his hands covered his face and that was exactly where the hawk was aiming for.
With its talons, the hawk raked at Roman's arms, sharp claws scratching against his skin.
"Shit!" Roman cursed, rolling to the side on the sand. The hawk didn't stop—it flapped hard, circling back up into the air, then dove again, wings spread wide.
Roman barely raised his arm to block, feeling another sharp sting as the talons scraped his skin.
'It's actually attacking me… damn it, I should've known!'
