Gilda waited for a few more minutes before she flapped her wings, hard. Dashing forward in the air, she started an intricate sequence of rolls and dodges, sometimes folding her wings to her side to accelerate before spreading them out to abruptly change angles, trying sharp turns that would allow her to dodge bolts and move through confined spaces in a hurry. She also dove towards the sixth level, descending towards a landing stage and, without pause, dashing perpendicular to the battlement. Her breath became ragged as the muscles of her legs worked tirelessly as they pounded on the unforgiving stone ground, before she jumped through a crenel and took flight again. 