Evain snarled, priming his wings and swooping in towards Jubilee. He had always had a soft spot for the youngest flock member, and acted without thinking when he saw her being shot at by multitudes of darts. He managed to avoid most of the projectiles, but was not 100% sure. Nevertheless, his hand clamped down on Jubilee's, and he yanked her away and out of the gun-zone, his stronger wings giving them the edge they needed to break out of the fray.
"I've got you baby girl, don't worry-" Evain was about to venture a smile when he saw something in his peripherals. Behind sunglasses, the avian hybrid's eyes widened. "Shit."
Turns out they did send a missile.