Abbi's eyes widen as the Brom girl shifts and flies into her face. She lets out a quick scream as she and her bow are knocked from the towering tree. She composes herself enough to quickly shift on her descent and right herself in the air. She lets out a screech and glances around angrily for the bald eagle. She knew she was no match against either of these foes in her kestrel form and a dull panic was beginning to set in.