You drive forward, expecting the bird to flap out of the way at the last moment as birds are often wont to do. Rather than avoiding your vehicle, though, the ebony raptor plunges towards you. It smashes through the windshield, flailing in your face, gouging at your eyes. It stabs at your eyes as you wreck the car. It pecks your eyes as you sail through the air. It scratches your eyes as you hit the pavement. It eats your eyes as you lie dead.