Nero did not hesitate at all, throwing flaming Snowflakes at the flying carrion without holding back. Ordinarily, he would have refrained from using flaming Snowflakes so liberally, preferring instead to cut them down with his weapon, but no more.
He would much rather take some time and recover his aether after the fight then hold back. This was perhaps not the best strategy for all places, but in Perilith he did not intend to take the slightest risk anymore.
His decision proved apt, for the flock of birds proved themselves formidable. Save one of the birds, who was stabbed directly in the skull by the Snowflake and fell to the ground, the others were merely wounded. The sharp Snowflakes could only barely stab into their flesh, unable to pierce through as they usually did.
But more than from the injury of being stabbed, the birds seemed enraged by the ferocious devouring force of the flames, eating up all the heat within their bodies.
