As the two fliers approach the beacon, two Case 53s rocket from the fog, flying at blinding speeds towards Queen and Rush.
The first, a serpentine creature with vestigial, tattered wings, seems incapable of flight, yet flies toward you like a dart fired from a ballista.
Rush finds herself gouged by the talons of a mismatched, horrific chimaera, one wing an osprey, the other a bat, knocked hurtling to the forest floor, screaming in panic.
The snake-creature twists in midair, barely able to wind itself around your ankle, stopping abruptly and dragging you earthward with its heft.