The deafening sound of straining and tearing and metal wrenching mingles with a grinding-tinged shriek out of the bird. The reverberation of the force seems to echo even within Togusa's own mind. He doesn't even notice the trickle of blood that runs from his nose. He squeezes his eyes shut, and lets out a yell, too quiet to hear over the rest of the noise, as the last parts tear free from the bird.

The Stormbird begins to plummet, with one wing not enough to keep it aloft, but the jets on it fire wildly in vain to try to keep it aloft. It only shoots it faster towards the ground. Togusa gasps a breath out, and staggers towards Eleanor, gets as close as he can, before he lets go of the wing, and wraps a shield around the both of them, protecting them from the Stormbird's last attempt to take them with it.