Griss Twist is rowdy and can be dangerous in certain areas, but nobody walks around there prepared to suddenly hear a shrill voice screaming "DUCK!" just before a five-foot pink explosion hurls over their head, somersaulting in mid-air with all limbs flailing wildly in different directions, and which, just before crashing into the nearest building, abruptly disappears. Said figure immediately reappears ten feet in the air six feet to the left and, despite the desperate windmilling of her arms and furious flapping of her tiny wings, smashes hard into the ground, catching herself by the face instead of the delicate, veined wings.

(Thankfully she is wearing a helmet.)

She picks herself up off the ground, brushing gravel off her elbows and feeling her helmet for cracks. It occurs to her then that someone was in her way when she made her brilliant attempt at a landing, there, and she whirls around to make sure she didn't, say, flatten them like a pancake. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, did I get ya?"

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