@ViolentViolet@Dark Light@ZorogamiBefore Tic's fist could find its mark, it was caught, not my Clay and not by the man below him, but before he could wrench it free and welt the world rushing by...
Then it suddenly stopped and pain lanced up his back his wings now crushed under his own weight from whatever he fell into and no amount of alcohol would be able to mask it from him. Inhaling deeply as he tried to sit up from the now splintered wood in the ground and stamped his foot against the it. He quickly wiped a tear forming in his eye and in an attempt to maintain his composure, he looked up to the one who had caused him grief. A mage, she didn't look like an augmented one like himself and for the briefest moment Tic hoped none of his crew had survived the mission; they'd never let him live it down if they found out a mage had caught him so easily.
"Take it outside." Just how was he supposed to do that now his wings where more than half his arsenal of evasion, he just hoped Clay wasn't going much trouble. Staggering to his feet the rooms seemed to spin a little more than it should have been causing him to take several steps backwards before managing to stumble towards the door.
"You coming?" he spat at clay