Seeing the wheeling, sky-bound monstrosities in the air above her, she carefully, but quickly, guides her horse towards the treeline. The forest is not dense, fortunately, so she works to make sure that she stays to where it is too dense overhead for the bird-thing to attack her as she works to change the situation. She remembers nothing of guardians for the weapon, as it had been abandoned for generations. Still, this path making ability was clearly not without danger.