The green blinks away, and several things happen at once:
Cinder roars and veers, a guttural, bestial sound unlike anything Cass has ever heard before. Jo flings himself from her claws, arms outstretched, a knife in hand.
The thing on the end of her sword, squeals and claws for her, but Cass manages to heave it bodily to the right… just as the spell from the other thing’s wand hits, and sends them both into the air.
The other birds dive and scatter. Cinder thrashes in the air, fire everywhere.
And Cass is falling, with no one to catch her.