They lift their axes and slice through Raffe’s wing joints. They lift their axes and slice through Raffe’s wing joints. They lift their axes and slice through Raffe’s wing joints. They . . . . . . his wings . . . I don’t know if Raffe yells out in his pain, because all I hear is my own scream. Raffe falls. Two of his Watchers swoop down and catch him before he can crash onto the bridge. Raffe’s snowy wings land with a thud on the concrete. A second after that, his sword clatters onto the ground, cracking the concrete with its weight.
