Alma spins in a circle, pulling out two small daggers from her cloak and slicing into five of the rebels surrounding her. As the crows begins to take notice, the werebears, completing the partial transformation they had already begun, barrel their way into the crowd. Alma rushes below the arms of the enemy. Her feathers begin to shift, her arms turning into wings. She glances back, catching sight of Olisnia’s long, gleaming whip flicking through the air. It wraps around multiple rebels, flinging them across the courtyard.
Setting her sights on the Princess, Alma squawks, jumping around the crows as they try to grab her. Once her transformation is complete, she flaps into the air, high enough to be out of reach from the rebels. She soars quickly, traveling across the courtyard. When she is almost to the platform, though, a sharp agony erupts in her left wing, causing her to tumble to the ground, smashing her body across the dirt. She releases a rough breath, her chest aching.