DEIMOS
Agility, well-honed in his eagle prowess, had been on his side; latching, snatching, talons locking over goose intervals. Loren fought back though, to no surprise, and he did his best to reel backwards, wings shifting, billowing, extending, attempting to stay out of the fellow bird’s reach. Their close quarters ensured it was not to be, and he could feel several alterations in their movements, plummeting further and further, sealed and accorded. Loren’s beak instigated a few tufted, loosened feathers, and a semblance of irritation flickered over his frame. It lacked rage, however; just instigating a series of calculations, machinations, and pathways.To let go, or to continue their wild, vicious descent…
He released the goose – intending to skitter off to the left as they drifted, as they settled. Not to be waylaid though, the Sword attempted to sweep back the way he’d come, fast, swift, quick, striving to rampage into the goose’s wider sides.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
