Three simultaneous impacts from above, no warning. The ancient stone of the hall, something that had been holding for centuries and had finally decided it was done and gave way.
Zhao came through the center with every blade feather already deployed before the dust had a chance to settle, the Owl and Raptor fusion already visible above him, wings open but already closing at the attack angle of something falling from height with insane top speed.
Taro was being carried on the left talon, a spinning technique already fully charged when he entered, the one with the highest concentration of yellow crystal shifted to orange-red from the build-up, which was what had opened the roof without losing momentum.
Liu came in on the right talon with a sound attack, not visible but felt in the structures before it was heard.
