Oddly, her crossbow was already loaded. She didn’t remember doing that, but what was more, her exhaustion disappeared. Not one to question good fortune, she just aimed towards one of the flyers that were shooting towards the Marines and griffins on the ground, took a step to the right, barely dodging a black spike coming at her, before she made her shot. She didn’t bother to look if she hit her target, immediately jumping to another rooftop, one with a neck-high barrier, as more spikes whizzed towards her direction.