(Alright, thank you!)
Slightly flinching in pain from a half-torn wing, Rufioh stopped for a second. He grumbled silently. He could almost swear that these wings had the durability of very, very thin tissue paper. Flaring out his wings, he used the uninjured one to fly himself up into a tree. But for a second, something caught his attention. Yellow blood on the pavement. Rufioh tilted his head, walking out into the street cautiously. "hmm... we1rd." he shuddered slightly. There had been trolls here, but they had definitely been injured. By what?...