Finish: foil
Text: Flying, first strike
Flavor: It wheeled upward, away from the shrieks and thunder. It reached the point where sky met smoke, and, but with a glance at the horizon, aimed itself and dove.
Finish: foil
Text: Flying, first strike
Flavor: It wheeled upward, away from the shrieks and thunder. It reached the point where sky met smoke, and, but with a glance at the horizon, aimed itself and dove.