Actual hunters 

The ex-robber swung his sword fiercely, slashing in all directions. At times, he would get a lucky blow on a crow and knock it to the ground, but mostly he missed them. Those crows had good reflexes and, although not all of them were especially intelligent, they weren't dumb enough to fly on the attacks of a desperate man either.

As that wave of crows passed by him, some of them hit the man with their claws or wings. His body was scratched all over. Some of the wounds were far from a simple scratch as they were way deeper and more debilitating. Besides the cuts, he was bruised; the crows' wings were quite resistant and sturdy, so one of their blows was like a punch.

'Keep slashing... slashing!' he thought, prompting himself to go faster. His hands barely could bear hold a weapon any longer.