Tylara shoulders past the more myopic party members, saying, " 'Ware to the front!" As she calls out this warning, a mass of filthy feathers detaches itself from the brances above and in front of you, and a large, nasty bird with a human-like face flaps down toward Ty, who is ready for it. Roll an attack, or cast a spell, if you please, Scotley! (You have a space of 15 feet in which to work, right now.)