"I don't know Serina," Nolan said. "But I hope it's something along the lines of PUTING ME THE HELL DOWN!"<br/><br/>He grabbed on tight, pulling on the feathers.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Tyr felt the claw mark. It was deep and stung painfully. He reeled around in the air, grasping it and shouting hundred-year-old curses at the KoS. He took flight again, looking for the bird that had attacked him.