Getting Raiden af fam

The other two Nevermore had drawn up short as I murdered their comrade, pulling upwards so that their bellies were to me. They flapped their wings mightily and sent feathers rushing towards me like midnight daggers, each as long as I was tall and more than capable of impaling a grown man.

I walked through it, hopping from feather to feather as they hung suspended in the air around me and making my way quickly to their source. I Lunged as I drew closer, steel claws raking as I leapt to its breast and began to tear at it searchingly. I felt my claws catch on something as I dug deeper, scraping wetly against the bones of enormous ribs, but I simple planted my feet against its quickly soaking feathers and grabbed the bone hard. Shifting my shoulders and pulled with a mighty growl, I Ripped a chunk of the rib loose and tossed it away. Driving my arm deeper into the wound, I felt things move against it—squeezing, flowing, pounding, and more; strange sensations against my adamant flesh—but merely used those motions to find what lay within it and grasp ahold.

Whatever it was, I tore it out with enough force that my feet slipped in its blood soaked hide and nearly sent my falling away. Gritting my teeth, I held on through pure strength, clawed hands grabbing hold of fresh patches of skin and sinking in to the knuckles. Pulling myself up even as the Nevermore began to fall, I crawled across the dying beast’s flesh on all fours, up to where its wing met its body and then over onto its back. As it flopped and spun awkwardly in death, I stayed in position, waiting—and then leapt straight up with all the power my legs could muster.