The fall seems to take a small eternity, even though the drop is ultimately not that long. For a bare instant Dove yields to it, giving way to a welcome darkness and a release from the pain in her body.
Her eyes snap open; the Icarus Winged is almost upon her.
In a last burst of effort before she crashes, she slings a handful of fiery coins at it -- coins meant to explode on impact. Her aim in her haste is poor; only one grazes the creature at the edge of its wing, but it's enough . . . it shrieks too as the waxy flesh melts, spiraling out of control, and they're both falling.
Her next bit of awareness is slamming into a spongy mass of cardboard boxes that never quite dried from a previous rain, but still it is enough to leave her stunned, the air knocked from her body.
The Icarus Winged is not quite as lucky, but has less distance to fall, and though it too is stunned, likely it will recover more quickly.
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Her eyes snap open; the Icarus Winged is almost upon her.
In a last burst of effort before she crashes, she slings a handful of fiery coins at it -- coins meant to explode on impact. Her aim in her haste is poor; only one grazes the creature at the edge of its wing, but it's enough . . . it shrieks too as the waxy flesh melts, spiraling out of control, and they're both falling.
Her next bit of awareness is slamming into a spongy mass of cardboard boxes that never quite dried from a previous rain, but still it is enough to leave her stunned, the air knocked from her body.
The Icarus Winged is not quite as lucky, but has less distance to fall, and though it too is stunned, likely it will recover more quickly.