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[Blitzwing somehow perches on the buttresses of the great cathedral like some predatory bird, his wings slightly extended. Though his ability to project fire and ice might be gone, though he perhaps cannot turn into a tank or a jet properly, he still seems to have retained his strength and some ability to glide, if not actually fly. After all, a true child of the night should have such powers.
His good eye is narrowed as he gazes out over the city, his monocled eye wide and round as he looks out across its expanse, quietly observing and calculating. What the machinations of his mind enclose is utterly unknowable to those who observe him.
A chill wind blows from the north, and if Blitzwing had anything that could flutter in it, most assuredly it would.
He contemplates his existence. He desires the energy of other beings - he is, after all, a robot vampire; mere blood shall not do here, but the very souls of those he will feed upon.]
[he says nothing. he simply]
[waits]
His good eye is narrowed as he gazes out over the city, his monocled eye wide and round as he looks out across its expanse, quietly observing and calculating. What the machinations of his mind enclose is utterly unknowable to those who observe him.
A chill wind blows from the north, and if Blitzwing had anything that could flutter in it, most assuredly it would.
He contemplates his existence. He desires the energy of other beings - he is, after all, a robot vampire; mere blood shall not do here, but the very souls of those he will feed upon.]
[he says nothing. he simply]
[waits]