Inside the Reality Painting, Jiang Tao's men regrouped at the wave of his rifle.

"Captain, are you all right?"

Jiang Tao shook his head to indicate he was fine.

"Four more avian-folks. We need to deal with them fast. We're splitting up and we'll each take one down," he said.

All nine men scattered.

With only four of their number left, the Wingeds were distressed.

"Wretched humans," hissed one of them with ...