[X] Try to down the bird-thing, witnesses or no -[X] Hunter's Bolt from Lydia -[X] STUNT: A thousand considerations go through your head at the sight of the bird, comparing the feel of the magical curse you'd just felt with what you'd sensed previously, and coming to some unpleasant conclusions "Drive it off, Lydia." The corona of white fire around Lydia's hand condenses in response, and then a beam of white light darts out the window.