"Round two," Ren murmured, electricity crackling between his fingers while his companions dealt with the Gold guards.
But Zhao immediately rose into the air, his wings carrying him to a height that removed him from the immediate reach of ground attacks. From that elevated position, he activated his fusion to the maximum.
Like Lin, he had no qualms about using all his energy the full fifteen minutes of transformation. Ren and the others were the ones who needed to conserve stamina, not him.
His body was completely covered with feathers from his Owl fused with the raptor's scales that gleamed with an intensity close to Ren's dagger, threatening enormous hardness.
The beasts' abilities manifested helping them in becoming practically invisible and completely silent throwing weapons.
His eyes gained telescopic perception that allowed him to track targets at several hundred meters distance.
"Now it's my turn at the offensive," he murmured, extending his wings completely.
