Aira sighed. She wished she had a bow. She was no daughter of Apollo, but she still had pretty good aim. This she knew from archery class back at camp. She knew that if she threw her sword now and missed, then she'd be weaponless, despite the fact that it would return to her pocket soon. Now, she had to come up with something. She knew that Remigio was there and under attack. Despite her anger, she had to do something. Looking around, she looked at the scattered arrow-feathers. Arrow-feathers. That's what she'd use on them. They used them on her, Aira would use them on them. Yes, weird. Picking up armfuls of them and being careful not to prick herself, she started throwing them at the birds. She was pretty good at throwing as well and managed to hit a bunch of the birds.