Date: 2016-08-14 09:56 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] fistsofjustice
fistsofjustice: (determined)
Amelia gasps and clamps her other hand on the flashlight before it slips out of her grasp, but it does move away from the shade. She shouldn't be surprised – of course he has no honor.

"Go – " She manages to order the human before Stocke leaps at her (though the woman is already starting to run before Amelia speaks, which is just rude if you ask her). She takes off with the explosive sound of magic and compressed air, aiming for the sky where she has advantage, but the shade collides into her before she can gain altitude.

Amelia shrieks in pain and anger when the shadow claws rip into her. Still airborne, she flaps her wings wildly, determined to keep ascending, angry shade or not. He may be stubborn, but so is she. Her hand still grips the flashlight tightly, Amelia uses her legs to swipe at him. If he's solid enough to hurt her, hopefully she can return the favor.
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