Thornbill is known for his sudden movements and sharp instincts. Among the flock he is the one who strikes first when the moment demands speed. His posture is tense, alert, like a creature that trusts reflex more than hesitation.
In his hand he carries a flint knife, narrow and pointed, shaped almost like a thorn. The blade suits him well — quick, direct, and unforgiving. Thornbill prefers a clean approach: close the distance, strike once, and move again before the enemy understands what happened.
The others say Thornbill learned this way of fighting long before he joined the flock, surviving by speed alone on the harsh edges of the Proto-Silica Forest. Every scar on the blade marks another lesson learned.
When a raid begins and the flock spreads through the trees, Thornbill is usually the first shadow to leap from the brush — his flint knife already moving toward its mark.