[He's just getting to his feet (and he had to roll over his wings -- painful, but necessary to avoid greater pain), crouching low when he sees the earth splitting toward him. Pushing off the ground with his legs, he springs up. He manages to get out of the way just in time, but it does trip him up a little. Regain balance, get off of the defensive, back to the offensive. If there were enough time to cast a spell... Oh, how he greatly resents this weakened form. So much. But he flies at her from the side, sword ready for some blood.]
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