John: That's something we don't want to run into! Now run you fucking bird headed bastard! 

*The massive creature spreads it's two sets of wings, and hangs in the air for a moment. It then swings it's huge bulk around, and plummets towards the pair. As it goes it releases a fountain of what appears to be sticky, viscous tar, and brilliant purple lightning.*
*The trees behind them alight, and sprinkles of boiling hot tar pepper their backs.*

---
*Jillian keeps sitting in her room, but listens to the conversations going throughout the room cause she a gunslinger.*