Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-33229352-20191104055508

Considering the creatures were made of solid rock, there wasn't much in the way of weak points. One of them, the one Huck had whacked, snarled and pounced on Galaxian, a couple others hot on its tail.

One of Milo's wings was at an odd angle. Feathers littered the ground around him. Blood ran from a large gash on his forehead, and it looked like he was out cold. Surprisingly, his breathing was deep and even-- he should have had at least a couple broken ribs, but it appeared his wings had taken the brunt of the force. An odd thing to happen for someone so obsessively protective of them, but he probably didn't have much time to stop himself from hitting the wall the way he did.