The first to fall to her, before any of the others could adequately respond to the sudden threat she posed, was the griffon who was getting prepared to put a final end to Fallow, who was barely stirring now. His eyes bore a confused look an instant before Shortbeak closed them forever with a single swipe of her dagger. The griffon fell on his back, and the room descended into chaos once more, but Shortbeak would not be overcome. In the proceeding flurry of bodies and blades, Shortbeak’s terrifying visage, now stained with blood, dominated the room, her outstretched wings casting terrifying shadows that stretched to the high ceiling and darkened entire portions of the main room.