[Utsuho lurches forward in an almost robotic fashion, wings spreading with an only stiff kind of grace. She sails at Balin...and then past him, turning stiffly to follow the street in an unnaturally straight line.
No sounds of destruction follow her--or much sound at all, even as her form shrinks and power fades to a grey nothing.]
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[Utsuho lurches forward in an almost robotic fashion, wings spreading with an only stiff kind of grace. She sails at Balin...and then past him, turning stiffly to follow the street in an unnaturally straight line.
No sounds of destruction follow her--or much sound at all, even as her form shrinks and power fades to a grey nothing.]