Togusa's eyes widen when he sees the results of Eleanor's attacks. It has engines. Of course. It has to fly like a jet, not like a real bird. The wings seem to still expand and flap as it alights, but he can see the mechanical parts firing. It's somehow even more eerie that way.

The bird lets out a sound, half-screech with a mechanical tinge to it. Togusa focuses, trying to aim the street signs like spears at the targets Eleanor was pointing out. If he can get the ones on the same wing...

Metal punches partway through, and maybe that was even better, as one of the signs sticks in the next engine. Its flapping on that side starts to look jerkier, far less smooth. But that beak opens up again.

"Look out!"