Thrums of strings came next. Metal bolts whistled into the air before they hit the Flyers. Most of them fell to the ground, and those that didn’t felt the momentum of the Wind Knights’ charge. Gilda weaved through the air, her metal claw aiming for a flyer’s thin razor-sharp wing, cutting it just enough to incapacitate it. She let gravity do the rest. She almost missed a Cloven coming behind her, but a Wind Knight stopped it. 