The waves of heat flare up under Rokans wings, sending him head over heels skywards. Skillfully righting his flight, his beak drops as he sees the flaming monastary and scrambling monks. Hearing a whirring behind him, Rokan instinctivly folds his wings, dropping ten feet out of the air as the drone jets over him, close enough for Rokan to feel the wind from its turbines. Squawking in rage, he speeds after the drone.