Kael was still reading the point update on his bracelet when he heard it. A wet, guttural screech from inside the building across the street. Glass fragments tumbled from the broken window frame, followed by the unmistakable sound of metal claws scraping against concrete as something hauled itself back from the edge of death.
The eagle.
"Stubborn little bastard," Kael murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.
The Razor Wing Eagle erupted from the window in a shower of dust and shattered masonry, its right wing hanging at a grotesque angle but its left wing beating with furious intensity. Blood streamed from the arrow wound in its wing root, dark streaks trailing behind it like ribbons. One of its metal-clawed talons was missing, likely torn off in the crash.
It was wounded but it still dove straight for Kael with murder in its beady eyes.
Kael didn't even draw his blades. Five runes suddenly ignited in the air around the eagle.
