Meet Gwyn…

Gwyn smiled. “For you? I’ll do my very best.”

A rush of wind blew dust into Alice’s eyes, and she blinked, rubbing her hands across her face. When she looked up again, Gwyn was striding towards Batarel… but he looked different. His suit had disappeared, and in its place was armour: a breastplate strapped over shining mail, and his wings out wide, sparks coursing across the feathers. It only took him a few steps to reach Batarel, whom he knocked off his feet with a single blow to his chin.”