Leader of her flock, the Daughter of Falcons directs her team with merciless efficiency, isolating her prey methodically before the skies darken and death plummets from above. On the rare occasion her victim might escape their fate, it is only because Devana has instead chosen to steal the ball, directing it away to her teammates and safety. The ruthless stare of their eyes akin to the flash of cold steel, the Falconer’s Guild relentlessly stalk their prey, harrying their foes from afar before ruthlessly closing in for the kill. Nowhere on the pitch can be truly safe from a fate borne upon the wings of the great birds, command of the skies affording the Falconers a tactical breadth previously unknown to the Empire of the Free Cities. Miniatures are supplied unpainted and some assembly may be required.