"Somebody shoot that damn bird down!" One of the archers yelled as he stared in shock at his comrade's dead body split into three.
He had seen how two quills made clean slices through his comrades body sending chills down his spine.
"Looking for me?" A chilling feminine voice sounded in his ears from behind. The first thing he did was to check the sky for a huge flying bird but the sky was void of any bird whatsoever. Immediately, he pissed his pants, the last thing he saw being a bulb of light from his peripheral.
"I'm extremely mad tonight." Owen said as she retrieved her quills, her voice extremely cold.
"My new master should be at the end of the tunnel by now." She waved her hand, undoing the sound barrier.