[ he's going on a jog though a forest trail and an assassin trys to shoot him with an arrow but you block it with your wing and yelp in pain and the assassin retreats he hears this and stops turning to head in the detection of the yelp ] are you-… [ he stops and stares in scock awe and a little bit of fear to see an angel sitting with an arrow in one of her wings bleeding golden blood ]
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