Bolts flew true, hitting Flyers. That was enough to distract the rest of them, screeching hatefully as a few of them shifted their positions, facing the incoming Wind Knights, their beaks open. A thought absently went through Gilda’s head as she banked to the left, wondering if whatever projectiles they were shooting were coming from their mouths. She thought no more about it as she absently adjusted her flight and landed on a nearby rooftop.