"Dear Madara," Sheila smiled sweetly to the bear, walking around him in a circle, "you seem so confident in the fact that you are stronger than me. But, if I were you, I wouldn't be so sure." She felt the rush of strength from Autumn, electricity crackling in her blood from Greta, and what Madara was thinking from Faedon and Rakada.
Alektyra let out an angry scream from behind the horse, which was yards away from where she was standing to its right. Sylvia charged the kestrel and Attollo looked at Neptune for assitance in an attack.
The horse whirled around to face her, snarling fiercely. The kestrel dove right back at her, hitting her head-on. Meanwhile Sheila and Madara were fighting fiercely nearby.
Sylvia smashed into the kestrel, hoping her larger size would help, she hit it with her chest instead of her claws by accident. Alektyra stood her ground, pawing at the earth. Neptune tried to send a tremor their way, making her sway slightly.