Aira can't magically enhance her voice, like what she assumes Maleficent is doing, but she can scream at the top of her lungs. It's raw and guttural, since anger is presently winning out more than fear—though she damn well knows what a dire situation this is.
That anger is also apparent in how hard she's bludgeoning the ravens, and before long, the chairs and tables she's using start to break down, with flying legs and bursts of splintered wood. She can't let herself get cornered in here, but her timing could be key. Aira counts down in her her head, thwacking at more birds. But too soon, the ravens thicken and really start to surround her, which forces Aira to run again.
She uses the last battered chair to break away, then plows out through another window. With this one on the second floor, she ends up falling ungracefully into a bruised and bloody heap. She doesn't wait to look around for Donnie or anyone else before screaming out.
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Aira can't magically enhance her voice, like what she assumes Maleficent is doing, but she can scream at the top of her lungs. It's raw and guttural, since anger is presently winning out more than fear—though she damn well knows what a dire situation this is.
That anger is also apparent in how hard she's bludgeoning the ravens, and before long, the chairs and tables she's using start to break down, with flying legs and bursts of splintered wood. She can't let herself get cornered in here, but her timing could be key. Aira counts down in her her head, thwacking at more birds. But too soon, the ravens thicken and really start to surround her, which forces Aira to run again.
She uses the last battered chair to break away, then plows out through another window. With this one on the second floor, she ends up falling ungracefully into a bruised and bloody heap. She doesn't wait to look around for Donnie or anyone else before screaming out.
"I'm here! That witch... I think she's inside!"