Twitch stood weakly on his own, wings hanging limp by his sides. On the outside, he seemed alright, but dear god, did he feel beaten up. He looked over towards the Vengeancier body across the room, and allowed a smile to cross his lips. He wasn't entirely sure how, but the group had defeated the evil Vengeance and his army. They had killed the final rift source, and saved the multiverse.

They had done it.

And then a voice, calm and smooth, rang through the building. Calling them to the courtyard. Along with it came an unusually strong wind that ruffled the macaw's feathers, and managed to slowly push him across the floor. Probably too strong for him to fly safely. It was just as well, Twitch really wasn't feeling up to it right now. Amidst the chaos, amongst the wreckage, the parrot slowly made his way out towards the courtyard, along with the rest of the group.