Witnessing all of it, Gilda felt a victory cry building up from her chest. The strangest thing was, unlike earlier, she didn’t feel tired but alive. Facing off against the enemy herself, not letting anyone else fight, had been absolutely exhilarating. She didn’t know if it was adrenaline or something, but she was fully alert. Her eyes could see small gestures of celebration between the Marines and the griffin soldiers on the ground; she could feel tiny wind streams flowing through her feathers; and she could hear another set of buzzing sounds getting louder and louder. 