[ He closes his talons around the man's throat, and bares down. His other foot scratches away ribbons of skin, his wings flapping to keep himself out of the other's grip. Blood sprays through the alley- his own, and the dying man who chokes, and gutters beneath him. He hears Damen, but his focus remains upon killing the insolent cretin beneath him. Only once the man stops twitching, stops fighting with him does Laurent let go.
He drops, harder than he means to, to the concrete. Wings falling slack, his injured one trembling terribly. With the completion of the fight, Laurent felt a wave of exhaustion and dizziness roll over him. He sagged, leaning heavily against the nearest wall, barely keeping to his feet. ]
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He drops, harder than he means to, to the concrete. Wings falling slack, his injured one trembling terribly. With the completion of the fight, Laurent felt a wave of exhaustion and dizziness roll over him. He sagged, leaning heavily against the nearest wall, barely keeping to his feet. ]
Damianos. You're late, as usual.