Above the calamity, a short young woman, maybe around 24 years of age, was gliding through the air. Her swan wings and tail feathers were somewhat small, but not so much that they prevented her from flying. Her short brown hair was styled in waves, making her look like a 1920s flapper, and she wore a flashy headband to keep her bangs in place. She also wore pilot’s goggles, along with a brown trench coat, a white vest, and dark grey pants and gloves. A Tommy gun rested in her hands.
Her bright green eyes observed what was happening down below. The edges of her crosshair pupils moved inward so she could focus in on the fighting.
“Sure,” she eventually said out loud to herself. “Why not?”
Gripping her Tommy gun, she folded her wings in and dove down to where the action was happening.