The way the wind blew around him while riding his Raid Raptors always gave Shun a sense of freedom and thrills. The sky was his domain and he was King. And like a King, he could survey his land, keeping an eye out for any possible sight of danger and lead his comrades to safety.
That's how it used to be.
These days, he follows the other Lancers, occasionally exchanging words with them. Keeps them close, but as far as possible. Shun sees no point in it now since you could lose any one of them so easily. Still, he flies behind the rest of the group, making sure none of them stray from their small formation. Like the falcons he so proudly uses, he'll keep an eye on this brood. Until he takes back his sister. And his best friend is returned.