Glas jumped off her spear, knowing she had some time while the giant bird made up it's mind. She now stood her normal short height, having to look up at the group as the conversed with each other. She kept her spear out, for sure standing above everyone's heads as she made her way over Hansa. "I too like the rook," she said with a smile. She reached out to grab one but was stopped short by his calling of the Nevermore, it shrieked in return. Glas quickly spun around pulling a wire out of her staff. Her cape was moved to one shoulder revealing a quiver with many arrows and a mechanism to change the heads as needed. She drew a flame arrow pulling back on the string. Zooming in the bow crunched one size shorter before she let go. The arrow heading straight for the Nevermore.