The drumming sound of the emus was enough to shake the ground alone, but their sheer size added to the grounds trembling, as if the planet itself geared the birds. Off in the distance, one specific emu, with an old Australian military helmet, jumped up onto a rock and overlooked the battlefield. It took a large puff of the cigar in its mouth as it narrowed its eyes at the Tayverns. "They're trying to resist...." Hundreds of birds crashed into the shields in an instant, using their dead brothers as steps to jump over the shields and land on the men behind them.