You laughed cockily as you shot through the forest, weaving in and out of the trees. Feathers whistled past you at a terrifying speed, embedding themselves into trees as you dodged them. Inevitably, you began to slow, but Hawks wasn’t one to give up, pushing you relentlessly until her eventually pinned the sleeve of your blouse to a nearby trunk, and pressed the advantage, closing in to leave you no escape as you panted for breath.

“Not bad - but futile.”

He folded his wings behind him.