The bird struggles to stay in the air. At this distance the source of the bird’s troubles is visible. Wide metal wings come out of the back of a blonde haired man in red and white armor. His blue eyes glow in the dimmer light of the storm. Not human, even before the changes. Talons bring his fingers into points. His right arm ends in a cannon

His blonde hair has become yellow feathers that fall in the same way his hair had. He makes eye contact and drops off the side of the Zu, wings snapping open to catch the wind and slow his fall. “Thought you could use some assistance. Which way are you headed?”