She flies at the lead bird; its rider turns just before she hits home. Cass catches the edge of a pale face, dark eyes, teeth, before they’re joined. Even after she lands, they keep falling.
A flurry of feathers, cloak, steel. Something bites into her side, below the edge of the armour. She grabs hold of a leather strap around her opponent’s shoulder, yanks. A burst of flame from Cinder. Blood.
The statue comes loose of its sheath at the end of the leather strap. It bursts green. There is a sound like the tolling of a cracked bell.