Cass

Down.

She flies at the lead bird; its rider turns just before she hits home.  Cass catches the edge of a pale face, dark eyes, teeth, before they’re joined.  Even after she lands, they keep falling.

A flurry of feathers, cloak, steel.  Something bites into her side, below the edge of the armour.  She grabs hold of a leather strap around her opponent’s shoulder, yanks.  A burst of flame from Cinder.  Blood.

The statue comes loose of its sheath at the end of the leather strap.  It bursts green. There is a sound like the tolling of a cracked bell.

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