Lucky shot

remi As soon as he heard Vai's whistle, Remi mentally beamed. For one who was normally so open with his expressions, being in a body that possessed almost none was quite the departure from the norm. Still, the warmth that spread through the hawk was more than welcome. Gliding from the tree, Remi swooped low through the branches of a few lingering boughs before his descent towards the huntress was abruptly stopped. A hanging net had been placed and triggered by one of Remi's wings as he glided passed. Within seconds the hawk was encircled by the fabric and tugged swiftly towards the ground. The weights which held the net at the bottom crashed against his flailing wings, and though the alchemist's mind warned him not to move more than was necessary, his instincts were hard to overrule as his body hit the ground. Though nothing felt broken, there was an uncomfortable whine in what would normally have been his shoulder. It felt as though someone had overextended the limb behind his back, cutting off the circulation and stretching the tendons holding the bones together. Letting out a piercing cry of pain and surprise, the hawk opened his beak panting with pain. Briefly he considered shifting back to his human form, but as he was unsure of the damage so far, he thought that perhaps hollow bones were preferable for now.