[Fingers, teeth, tear at her flesh, quick to regenerate but painful nonetheless. The hordes fall easily before he strength, but sheer mass and numbers are starting to overtake her. And she can't help but look back at her family]
Patchy!
[Her cry of concern becomes a hiss of pain as she's assaulted, tears in arms and in her wings as she struggles to break free. She wants to go to their side but she needs to keep these things back]
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Patchy!
[Her cry of concern becomes a hiss of pain as she's assaulted, tears in arms and in her wings as she struggles to break free. She wants to go to their side but she needs to keep these things back]
Get... away!