The teeth sink into her forearm, and Amelia is forced to drop the flashlight. She tucked another one in her belt for backup, safely hidden in the feathers just above her tail, but for now she can't reach it. She yanks her trapped arm wildly and swipes with her other hand at the shade's face, claws aiming for his eyes, trying to push it down before he reaches higher, to her wings.

"Get off, don't touch me!"

Whirlwinds lashes out at Stocke, cold and merciless. Amelia dives and soars, flies around in quick circles and unstable zigzags, all in an attempt to shake him off. But it's hard to maneuver between buildings in the dark with him clawing at her – with Stocke attached or without him, she ends up crash landing on a roof.