That laugh sends a chill down her back—and as for the insults, no retort comes to mind, focused as Aira is on what counts. Though too much of that focus is trained on Maleficent herself, and she reacts half a second late to the swooping ravens.

"Shit."

Aira lashes her hair at a few of them, keeping the nearest ones briefly at bay, but then there's the damn acid. Aira swears again as more of her hair hisses away, but there's nothing else she can use to protect herself.

It completely undercuts her earlier bravado, but there's no choice: she has to run for shelter. At least the building where she was hiding earlier is close, so she makes a break for it, sprinting for nearest window and busting back inside. In the process, injuries have already started to rack up. There are some punctures and cuts from beak and talon, and an exposed burn on one shoulder suffered from a light splash of acid.

This... is not going well. Aira flees further inside, running for a door that she'll try to put between herself and any ravens in pursuit.