Alex looked up. Descending toward their table at a rapid rate were the enormous back paws of the great winged-cheetah statue, nearly upon him. He dove off to the side, almost getting slammed across the room when the tip of the cheetah’s stone wing caught him on the back. Simber landed gracefully, though his wings flapped with such force that the wind blew the teacups out of their saucers. “Enough!” He roared, looking at Lani. “Save yourrr spells forrr yourrr enemies!”