Quickstrike, she is large and bony, with black scales and black eyes. On the other side of the mountain, as there is a huge storm raging on. Quickstrike is in the leave cover and trees, half dead from being struck and paralyzed Quickstrike: I’m going to die ain’t I… sigh I’m… half dead anyway… Quickstrike keeps her eyes to the sky, unable to move, and watching the huge storm brewing above and lightning strikes again