A sharp cry echoes throughout the room as the silver griffon topples to the floor, Juliet becoming grazed but only slowed, not stopped. She does pause to look over her shoulder, but keeps on pressing forward as Romeo lays still on the ground. Drops of blood splatter the wooden floor beneath her as Juliet clenches her beak. The griffon's navy blue feathers fly across the office as she keeps pressing forward, knowing that she'll be escaping much more than the soldiers perusing her. She plucks her last wing blade out and holds it in her talon, a last means of defense if they try to get close.