Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190901223317/@comment-36159587-20190910034835

Mood, Whyatt.

The Fallen Angel went to as much of an angle as he could, trying to find an alternative to remove the arrow. Left with no other choice, he wrenched it out in the general direction, and then tested his flight capabilities with a flew flaps of that wing to the side. He still held the arrow, though, because now he had access to a general weapon that he wanted to pry the Hunter's eyes out with.

He found he would be incredibly tipped over if he tried flying at the current moment, so he retracted his wings again and found his way into the building, still heading in the general direction of where the Hunter was going.

In his mind, he was determined that he was the hunter this time, and not the prey.