I shoved Rory down by his hair just before the falcon’s pointed wing collided with the back of his skull. I didn’t think—I just swung. The resounding crack rolled like thunder, my hammer colliding with the falcon’s face so viciously its entire head fissured. It fell onto the grass and didn’t move again. I looked down at Rory. He was on his knees in front of me, breathing hard. I let go of his hair instantly. The corners of his mouth curled. His fathomless eyes held me a second, and then he was standing to full height, offering me his hand.
GIGGLING N KICKING MY FEET A LITTLE. HEHEHE
