[The hell raven sails by overhead, not paying any mind to all those fresh injuries that opened up on her wings and shoulders. Freed of the car's weight, she sails up above the roof of the nearest house, turns about in her hovering--and drops to the roof, wings resting on the eaves.
She doesn't launch st him again immediately; her arm was too busy glowing, reforming and regenerating the severed surface. It was much slower going than what it had been on her face, with the light a much duller, almost sickly looking rust color.
Instead she's just perched there, only a little ominously. She could stamp that life out whenever she liked, but...in a moment. When she caught her breath.]
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She doesn't launch st him again immediately; her arm was too busy glowing, reforming and regenerating the severed surface. It was much slower going than what it had been on her face, with the light a much duller, almost sickly looking rust color.
Instead she's just perched there, only a little ominously. She could stamp that life out whenever she liked, but...in a moment. When she caught her breath.]