[Their efforts are not in vain, however, the aerial assault seems to be more as a threat than anything else. Maybe they weren't anticipating anyone putting up a fight. They seem to dodge the Fire Spin relatively unharmed, although the smell of singed feathers in the air may tell otherwise.
The two flyers that dove toward them stopping just out of reach instead of directly engaging them--although one of the Fearows does appear to be flying a bit strangely, due to the Sing from Pinky. The third lands, and the person riding it dismounts. Despite being masked, it's easy to tell it is a woman. She appears to be sizing them up.]
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The two flyers that dove toward them stopping just out of reach instead of directly engaging them--although one of the Fearows does appear to be flying a bit strangely, due to the Sing from Pinky. The third lands, and the person riding it dismounts. Despite being masked, it's easy to tell it is a woman. She appears to be sizing them up.]
Your goods, or we attack.