The Blue Man (Byrd Origins (Not really))

It was the year 2018, but it was also a dull yet busy day for the blue man to be in the cities somewhere in Asia. He stood on top of a building and stared at the awful, tireless traffic. His hands reached into his invisible pockets and picked up a lighter and a cigarette. He took a look at the two objects and then lit the cigarette and smoked in a fatigued manner. He sighed, but kept his cool.

"Another shit day in another shit city", groaned Byrd, "First off, I sense a weird, unsettling aura that looms over here, but when I actually get here, I'm feelin' nothing. Absolute bullcrap!".

He accidentally dropped his cigarette while he spoke. He tried to grab hold of it, but he couldn't catch it in time. Soon, the cigarette floated down to the pavement.

"Oh for f**k's sake!", yelled Byrd as he crushed the lighter into pieces with his bare right hand.

Suddenly, the hand caught on fire. Byrd realised this and yelped while dashing rapidly in circles with the burning hand in the air. As a result, he widened his face and quickly put his hand into his mouth, dampening the burns. He felt much better. After he put his hand out, he frowned and looked at the streets below him. Markets were blooming with sales and bargains, and hundreds of people had bags of groceries in their hands. A group of teenagers laughed with sheer joy, while a bunch of elders outside a café argued about who gets to have the first blueberry muffin.

A murder of crows settled and chirped on a power line. All of a sudden, they all stopped and took a look at Byrd, who gazed at them too. Their eyes squinted as if they couldn't trust his appearance, or as if something bad were too happen to him. Thirty seconds have passed and they were still glaring at him.

Silence entered the area. Things became a tad quiet for the crowd. The crows quickly turned to him. Byrd moved a few steps backwards as he felt something was wrong with the flock. He slowly became worried. A sweat came down his face. His eyes blinked two or three times. Tension rose. His worries became worse. What happens next?

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The murder of crows swiftly took to the skies and glided to Byrd. One of them aimed towards his chest and rushed with a clockwise body spin. Byrd ducked down and safely dodged the attack. Another crow dived downwards headfirst to his head. It unfortunately missed as he effortlessly sidestepped to the right side. Three crows zoomed towards him from behind. Byrd noticed this and was unable to evade. Instead, his hands then formed a brick wall to block the beaks stabs. The attacking crows then crashed against the wall and fell to the ground.

"Something is clearly wrong with these crows...", thought Byrd while his brick wall transformed back into his hands.
He then spoke, "You think you can beat me? Well, you're dead wrong! Now show your true form and fight me properly!".

"Alright then", answered the first crow, "FELLAS TRANSFORM!".

In a terrific moment, the first crow and the four others flew in the air, and shone like emeralds and diamonds. Firstly, their colour was pure white like doves. Next, they all huddled together and changed into a form of a 20-year-old man. The pure white then faded and showed the true appearance of the man. His hair was dark, his skin colour was brown, and he wore a black suit with a white shirt, grey gloves, a grey top hat and black leather shoes. The crow man grinned and cackled with malicious intent.

"Wow...", said Byrd, "Never thought you had a boring fashion sense."
"Says the blue humanoid who isn't wearing clothes!", angrily replied the crow man.
"Yh sure, anyways, who the hell are you?!"
"My name is Corbeau Corbin, and I am sent here to eliminate you and your kind once and for all!".
"My kind?".
"Yes, what kind of multiversal entities do you think I'm referring to, you damn fool?!".
"Shut up, crow guy".

Corbin squawked and picked up the handle of a feather from the pocket of his trousers. The feather largened and lengthened to the size of a katana. Byrd observed the horrors of what this feather could do and gulped. Corbin charged and swiped at him consecutively, giving Byrd no chance of countering. Corbin laughed evilly while doing this and got the upper hand. Byrd didn't wield a weapon and wasn't able to fight back. Eventually, after a few more steps backwards, he was about to fall of the corner of the skyscraper. Corbin's feather touched Byrd's neck barely touching him.

"Not so smart now, are ya?", asked Corbin, "My, my, what should you do? You can either fall off this huge, massive building or you can give up and be decapitated by me. The choice is yours."

"How about option 3?", responded Byrd.
"Huh?", said Corbin, "What d'you mean by option 3?".
"Oh, you'll see".

Byrd speedily pushed the elongated, sharp feather away from his neck with his arms, and hopped off of the building. Corbin looked down at the falling blue man.

"What is this guy doing?", thought Corbin.

He observed and tried to process what was going on, until his tie was abruptly grabbed by Byrd's stretched right arm. He couldn't stand his ground and fell. Meanwhile, Byrd kept falling down and was a quarter way to the ground. He saw another tall but shorter building and used his left arm to reach its top. He brought Corbin closer, threw him towards one of the windows, swung, and crashed through another.

"Ok, that was a terrible landing", stated Byrd as he struggled to stand back up.

He looked up to see himself in a small, empty office room. On his right, there was a desk with several written papers on top. Where on his left, there was a cupboard which held other written works inside. Behind him was a plant only with green leaves and no flowers. The lights flickered and flickered until they fully turned off. The room went dark, but not too dark. Byrd could still see. Nothing other than him moved. It was quiet. Too quiet. Peaceful too.

Nothing happened. Nothing.

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Out of the blue, something came out of a wall on Byrd's left. A feather! Out smashed Corbin with two feather swords and this time he was pissed.

"You think you're off the hook by throwing me into that window, huh?!", furiously stated Corbin, "As a direct servant of "him", I will destroy your observant generations and groups!".
"Who's "him"?", told Byrd.
"The Powerpuff Girls villain. Bruh! Who the hell do you think I'm talking about?!".
"Idk. Just tell me who you're working for!".
"Shut the f**k up and fight me!".

The crow man darted towards Byrd and aggressively swiped at him numerous attacks. However, his anger and overconfidence revealed an opening to his head. Byrd saw this and took the chance to punch his face. Before Corbin could make another move, he was kneed in the gut and elbowed in the chest. Byrd quickly headbutted him and punched him in the face again. Blood poured down from his mouth. Byrd heavily kicked the swordsman and sent him falling against the wall.

The injured Corbin then fell on his bosom. Byrd looked down upon him.

"Now, answer me", demanded Byrd, "Who are you working for?",
"Heh, a man who has been a long enemy of your kind", replied Corbin, "Of course, I am not the only henchman of him".
"That doesn't explain anything. What is his name?!".
"Like hell would I tell you! He said he'd rather tell you his name in person! You may have won this battle, Byrd of the Observant Force, but you won't win the next! Farewell!".
"Hey, where d'you think you're going?!".

In an instant, Corbin split into five crows and flew away from the office out of a broken window. Byrd tried to chased them but felt like he couldn't. He sat on an office chair and thought for a while.

"Whoever "him" is, I'll make sure he'll never hurt my people ever again", vowed Byrd.
"But, I can't do it alone, I better find some help".

He reached into his pockets to find another cigarette and lighter, and smoked again. After that, he left and swung out of the slightly damaged office building.

THE END

What would crow dude's reaction to the omniversal civilization be?