Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190513042656/@comment-33229352-20190526061358

"Enough!" Apparently, the bird didn't like listening to sense. "I care not about endless cycles of pain. I have a job here, and I intend to finish it." With that, she took to the air with a powerful beat of her wings, sending a downdraft of hot air. She started to circle around again.

She wasn't up there very long when a figure zipped out from the shell of a burnt-out building and slammed headlong into her, sending both of them crashing into the ground. The newcomer extricated himself first, rolling back into a fighting stance. Even though he was practically covered in ash and soot, the telltale bright blue on his wings was all that was needed to identify him: Milo. His face was settled into an expression of grim determination. The only thing he wore in the way of armor was a neoprene chestplate, and his clothing was smoking slightly from being in close proximity to Gevar's wings. She was lying on the ground, momentarily stunned.