His wings folded as he avoided touching foliage, throwing knives with deadly accuracy a the the creatures in the treeline. Some howled in pain, others snarled and stepped from the trees to assess the situation. That only earned them a sudden clench of his fist as he dropped the barometric pressure in their lungs in one instance and then drew the air right out like he was controlling the wind.

He rose higher in the air after that, seeking to have a line of sight on their destination. It was difficult with the encroaching twisted trees and branches. However, he was able to catch brief sight between the leaves, twisting in the air so he dropped back down.

He plummeted with complete silence and came to a heavy, taloned landing on the head of one of their quarry, slamming it into the ground and killing it instantly. "It will require a good run and I can't tell if this meager trail twists and turns either. Forest is too dense."