Hails of feathers as hard and sharp as arrows crisscrossed against salvos of bullets from the soldiers' rifles.

Steel-like glints bounced off the feathers in the sunlight as they struck down the bullets fired at them while the rest were reduced into harmless white flashes when they hit the magical shield of light that Chu Xun conjured.

These were not the average pennaceous feathers that Wingeds used to fly but a skill they used in combat.

The feathers ...