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In that unbroken blue sky, there are birds.

No, gryphons. Lions, with the heads and wings of eagles.

Riding astride them are impossibly tall, slender humanoids, armored in shimmering metal and silk, each armed with a lance, a wand, and a sword.

There are ten of them, and they fly in a loose V formation.

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If it's not hostile, you can describe it. Go. Nuts. First objective of the pilots are "engage one squadron in a dogfight."