The air was cold and still as projectiles sped through the air, the silence brief before it was broken, and the battle was truly begun. CLACK. The sound of the unknown enemy's maneuver echoed through the museum hall. It was true that Tanya's attention flicked toward the source of the noise, but as no stranger to violent experiences, she spared no more attention than was necessary to register the danger, and react. Her adrenaline beginning to rise, she barely perceived the crackle of magic at the back of her consciousness, the sensation of the dart snuffing one of the feathers draped around her body. She knew not where her enemy was waiting, and so she was forced to choose a target. 

She leapt up and kicked off the wall once in a flip, her shroud of feathers allowing no purchase to further pecks, and began to fly up close to the ceiling of the museum. Even that wretched bird from before would likely have trouble following her movements at this speed, and what was more, she decided it was time to go on the offensive. As she got up closer to the ceiling, she landed lightly on one of the long rafters crossing the sides of the museum gallery. Shadows perched like crows above the stone, keeping her movements hidden as she kept her palm pressed tightly to her chest.

As Tanya ran towards the center of the museum, she flung her feathers outward in every direction, sweeping the darkness of the ceiling with a hail of all but invisible blades. At the same time, a new coat of feathers started growing around her as she moved. She presented few obvious openings for attack-- if this assassin wanted to play shadow games with her, they'd have to take a hell of a lot more chances this.