[ It's Teamwork Street. And Thanatos sure is making a move towards her, diving to the ground but with his back turned as if falling— the coffins behind him are spread out to catch the wind and slow his descent, and from its mask come bursts of light magic that he sends straight up into the air at that dragon which holds his attention now.
The stormbird isn't dead through; that's Thanatos' mistake, and even without wings, electricity starts to crackle about it for one last attack. ]
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The stormbird isn't dead through; that's Thanatos' mistake, and even without wings, electricity starts to crackle about it for one last attack. ]