The Army of Emptiness

Despite being preoccupied with the flurry of projectiles, Tharros was able to see what appeared to be the lead ship making a landing. It was at that moment he noted perhaps focusing attention on their leader wojod result in victory much more efficiently. As such, he continued his rather impressive evasion and  maneuverability and made his way to the bottom of the vessel he initially planned to board. It wasn't long until be reached a blind spot of sorts and was out of the line of fire. 

Without wasting any time, Tharros pivoted his body upside down, digging his talons into the steel exterior. Positioning himself almost like a bat, he turned his head upwards to gander at the leader far below on the ground. His pupils increased in size to allow the hybrid more enhanced vision to even get the leader in his sights. Bending his white feathered knees, the avian feline burst off towards the leading airship like a brown furred, white feathered bullet, his paws gripped tightly and confidently around the black and gold metal shaft of his weapom as he prepared himself for the upcoming battle.