Shen had been staring out the window, guan dao sword in one wing, and now turns to look at her. His eyes widen momentarily at the purple lightning effects, but he quickly regains his composure.
"This one?" he hefts the guan dao. "Of course. But I rather think that in this instance we're going to need something a little ... bigger."
With that, he crosses the room, metal talons clicking against the floor, and vanishes into a shadowy corner. He then returns, a rope clutched in his beak, straining to pull something along with it. The nature of that something becomes abundantly clear when a huge iron cannon comes rumbling into view. He drops the rope and flaps to the top of the thing and even his slight weight is enough to tilt the thing's barrel downward, out the window.
2 because why not.
"This one?" he hefts the guan dao. "Of course. But I rather think that in this instance we're going to need something a little ... bigger."
With that, he crosses the room, metal talons clicking against the floor, and vanishes into a shadowy corner. He then returns, a rope clutched in his beak, straining to pull something along with it. The nature of that something becomes abundantly clear when a huge iron cannon comes rumbling into view. He drops the rope and flaps to the top of the thing and even his slight weight is enough to tilt the thing's barrel downward, out the window.
A very maniacal smile crosses his features.