Luscinia Abaven & Kestrel of the Claw
The white haired girl raised her gun and pointed it at Lucy, her finger steady on the trigger. 'Kestrel, don't fail me now,' she thought, eyes focused on the barrel of then gun, then the moment the girl's finger twitched on the trigger Lucy's right hand whipped upwards and - Lucy felt her fingers snagged the dart midfight, then without thinking she whipped it around and flung it back in the girl's direction. Then the moment the feathers left her fingers she lunged at the girl, sword up to deflect any more bullets. If she was lucky, the dart Lucy had reverted back to her would be enough of a distraction for her to knock the gun away. If not, then she would still be able to get close enough she could possibly knock her out with the flat of the blade. Lucy didn't want to kill anyone, but she wasn't going to let them kill her either.
Meanwhile Kestrel had returned to the scene, hovering above the battle, watching with her hawk-like eyes. Lucy could handle the girl and her darts, however the two male hunters seemed to be more than that - they were Uniques as well. It was puzzling as to why they were hunting down their own kind, but Kestrel kept this information to herself. Lucy needed to focus. Instead when Lyra was locked in combat with the two hunters themselves, Kestrel dove for the hounds. Reaching out with her sharp talons she pinned both of them down against the stone road by their necks so they couldn't ambush Lucy or Lyra. Then, spreading her massive wings and beating them furiously, Kestrel stirred up dust to make it significantly harder for the darts these hunters were using to travel in a straight path.