'That had to have gotten them down for the count.'
-- Silverwing thought.
Little did it know, that a certain hero, cloaked in the aura of his concealment skill, was beelining straight towards its position.
As it closed its beak and took a deep breath to relax, its instincts suddenly screamed at it to dodge.
Without hesitation, Silverwing coated its body with ice and twisted its massive frame, barely enough to escape the swirling mass of spiral energy that scrapped its wings and flesh off its side.
'The fuck?!'
The bird cursed internally as it flipped its body over and used its wings to generate wind pressure, knocking Evan away and his concealment was undone.
But that was only because he wanted to activate another rare skill and didn't want to strain himself.
'Vindiction's strike.'