Utsuho had embraced the fire, embraced all she was now--in the face of what she no longer remembered being. In the face of all that emptiness, of that void--this was who she was.
And she was all monster.
The winged mutant hissed and snarled, the sound boiling out of her broad chest like an echo of the fire that burned at the edges of her wings. Now that she had warmed up, her wings responded quickly; she beat them in a downstroke, propelling herself mostly out of the way of that tail. It still clipped the end of her wing--which drove her further into the sky, flipping her wings over to take advantage of the brief thermal she had left behind her and climb into the cold air.
She'll be able to hold her own for awhile, but I'll ask for a mod if Bad End is Imminent
And she was all monster.
The winged mutant hissed and snarled, the sound boiling out of her broad chest like an echo of the fire that burned at the edges of her wings. Now that she had warmed up, her wings responded quickly; she beat them in a downstroke, propelling herself mostly out of the way of that tail. It still clipped the end of her wing--which drove her further into the sky, flipping her wings over to take advantage of the brief thermal she had left behind her and climb into the cold air.