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Miranna caught your free hand, her faltered wings smashing against the slow wind to keep herself aloft. She had the strength, but so did the gargoyle, stretching you between them like a torture rack, the void yawning below you. You cried, feeling your joints stretch painfully with each tug. You glanced at Miranna, wondering if she even realised how feeble your body were. From below, thought a shroud of slate-coloured clouds, the damage beast returned to join the other; at a distance.
> Try to hit back at the stone beast’s head with your feet to wriggle free: slip off those cherished clogs.
> Tell Miranna to let go of your hand, unless the rips it off. Deal with the gargoyle until she has the time to.
> Yell at Miranna to give herself a bleeding wound and then mark you with it … you’re out of ideas here, damn it!
> Pretend to be unconscious, maybe dead. What are the stone beasts even suppose to do about the caught humans?
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