The seven also stopped all movement, hovering in the sky as they waited anxiously and excitedly. The birds started forming formations, shrieking in a single direction as if they were asking for commands or approval.
"Well, this ends the showman phase of our fight." Nimo said.
Sunshine smiled as the sky filled with hundreds of shrieking shadows. "We are heading into the real battle."
Watchers lined up in their own formation, their talons burned with what looked like a white fire and their eyes gleamed with intelligence.
"Showtime," Major Elio muttered. "Suni, she is coming."
From behind a cloud where she had been watching, Pink descended like the final commander. Her size, as usual was twice the size of the others. Her wings stretched wider than a football field. Her feathers were blazing with that same white fire. Pink screeched and the smaller birds changed the formation.
Major Elio scoffed. "She is not just a commander; she is the strategist."
