The painted hyenas launched themselves through the air toward Ma'at while she was still grappling with the remaining crows in their aerial dogfight. They bounded through empty sky in graceful arcs, their forms silhouetted against the smoky atmosphere as they closed the distance with predatory determination.
The lead hyena reached her first, its jaws clamping down on her shoulder while they both hung suspended hundreds of feet above the city. Its weight threatened to drag them both earthward, but Ma'at maintained her divine flight even as she felt celestial bone crack under painted pressure.
Ma'at released the dissolving crow and spoke a word that transformed her pain into weapon. The golden blood flowing from her aerial wounds suddenly ignited, becoming burning projectiles that erupted outward through the open sky like a spherical explosion of divine fury.
