Just in time -- the bird-thing, or another one like it, burst through the window, sending shards of glass everywhere. Mamoru had been pulled over the counter, reflexively pulling his arms and legs in and hitting the floor on the other side with a roll. Someone screamed.

"What the f--"

A sharp-beaked bird the size of a chicken cut him off with an attack, pecking and grasping at his face with its beak and hand-feet. Mamoru, still shocked, hadn't moved past the "cover your face with your arms and pray" phase yet. He hadn't even gotten to his feet.