[indeed, because then it spins around, razor wings getting dangerously close to both of them. Makoto nearly misses, if not for grabbing the other girl's hand desperately.
The bird shrieks again, static generating off of its wings. There's another ball of lightning coming, and this one lands just ahead of them, its shocks leaping up from the ground and to them.
Makoto is not prepared for any of this, especially seeing her vision go white for a moment at the initial volley]
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The bird shrieks again, static generating off of its wings. There's another ball of lightning coming, and this one lands just ahead of them, its shocks leaping up from the ground and to them.
Makoto is not prepared for any of this, especially seeing her vision go white for a moment at the initial volley]