Gilda couldn’t really tell what happened next as she made her way towards the roof where Guerrero and the Fortus Knight were. Her ears picked up something whistling nearby, and she rolled in the air one more time before she landed on the rooftop, badly. The impact jostled her, and everything seemed to tumble around. She saw the sky one moment, and the rooftop surface the next. It didn’t help that the deafening sounds of human rifles disoriented her further, which was why she was so glad when they finally stopped. 