It came from above. The first warning was not a sound, but a searing pain, as talons buried themselves deep in his back. A moment later, a stunning blow from a beak sent his world reeling.
Dazed, instinct took over. He willed his form to dissolve, becoming like liquid air, slipping through the predator's grasp. He dropped a dozen feet before reforming, the astonished cry of his attacker echoin...
