[ The roar, the blast, the deafening rush of air, they are enough to overload Howl's senses at this point — but then Estinien rips his spear from Howl's chest, slicing Howl's hands still grasping the shaft on its violent way out, and there's more pain, even more, added to the load he's already bearing. Reflexively, Howl tries to clenches his talons around Estinien's abdomen, but the blow has severed both arteries and tendons, and within seconds the limb lacks the power hold onto him any longer, much less attack any further.
Howl watches Estinien float out of his grasp, wings spread wide to cushion his descent. In the remaining seconds before he crashes into an open, grassy field, Howl knows that he has lost, but all thoughts cut out abruptly as he slams into the ground. The impact of his massive weight throws a thick, dry cloud of dust over area around him, hiding from view the immediate aftermath of his unceremonious landing.
He isn't dead. Estinien will still be able to sense another Aion there, cloaked under the cloud of dirt, but it's weak. ]
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Howl watches Estinien float out of his grasp, wings spread wide to cushion his descent. In the remaining seconds before he crashes into an open, grassy field, Howl knows that he has lost, but all thoughts cut out abruptly as he slams into the ground. The impact of his massive weight throws a thick, dry cloud of dust over area around him, hiding from view the immediate aftermath of his unceremonious landing.
He isn't dead. Estinien will still be able to sense another Aion there, cloaked under the cloud of dirt, but it's weak. ]