{ it is bringing out the big guns, but since chipp isn't human he has to ensure he's fully prepared for this as well. he can't exactly afford to get killed here when there are still plenty of people who haven't been rounded up.
he doesn't even know about what will come later.
the wing flaps as soon as chipp moves to jump up to atop the streetlight. he's propelled backwards, and even if it's only the one wing he's still able to have some flight to it. he won't risk going up high, but it isn't exactly useless. }
No. I really am... that it's come to this.
{ his left hand will press towards the ground, the right reaching to start pulling the chain from it, his arm lighting up this time as chains spring forth. his shirt there is already torn so it can't damage it more, but he may as well have got rid of it by this point.
as soon as chipp aims to strike down he's propelling himself forward, running faster than a regular person could. the whole movement from chipp is pretty predictable at least so he can tell when he'll strike down. his foot slams down to the ground, pushing hard and with another flap he's twisting in the air, chain swinging forward to wrap around the streetlight. between that and the propelling from flapping his wing he's essentially flying towards him, past him, until he can essentially 'land' on the streetlight sideways on. the metal creaks from the motion, the post bending just slightly from the pressure.
he doesn't have time to think about how powerful that blow would have been if he hadn't been faster. he doesn't have time to think, really, as he grits his teeth and this time when the wing flaps feathers go flying from it like blades towards chipp's back. }
#everythingisfine
he doesn't even know about what will come later.
the wing flaps as soon as chipp moves to jump up to atop the streetlight. he's propelled backwards, and even if it's only the one wing he's still able to have some flight to it. he won't risk going up high, but it isn't exactly useless. }
No. I really am... that it's come to this.
{ his left hand will press towards the ground, the right reaching to start pulling the chain from it, his arm lighting up this time as chains spring forth. his shirt there is already torn so it can't damage it more, but he may as well have got rid of it by this point.
as soon as chipp aims to strike down he's propelling himself forward, running faster than a regular person could. the whole movement from chipp is pretty predictable at least so he can tell when he'll strike down. his foot slams down to the ground, pushing hard and with another flap he's twisting in the air, chain swinging forward to wrap around the streetlight. between that and the propelling from flapping his wing he's essentially flying towards him, past him, until he can essentially 'land' on the streetlight sideways on. the metal creaks from the motion, the post bending just slightly from the pressure.
he doesn't have time to think about how powerful that blow would have been if he hadn't been faster. he doesn't have time to think, really, as he grits his teeth and this time when the wing flaps feathers go flying from it like blades towards chipp's back. }