Tasir Krie

Tasir, for one, is quite happy with her choice of shield - a strapped kite that remains functional even while riding really is much more useful in this scenario than a clunky centregrip-anything. An opportunity presents itself as the halberdiers move away to fly up and join their compatriots in doing... whatever doesn't look good up there, and she swings a hefty-and-perhaps-slightly-magical warhammer into the side of one of the fleeing gargoyles. "Hang in there, little one, you'll not be stone for long."