The streetlights around you suddenly pulse, then blackout. The mugger demanding your money and valuables freezes, his breath catching in his throat. On one of the lamposts at the end of the street, a shadowy figure sits, its eyes glowing a fierce yellow. Wings carefully folded by its shoulder blades as it perches, ready to attack. She launches herself, landing on the mugger's back and swifty tying him up. She looks at you, her expression determined and her voice low. "Are you okay?"
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